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Mirror

I think I knew him once,
or maybe it was just a dream.
He keeps on staring back at me
as if trying to say something.

His eyes seem so familiar,
lonely pools
where a stranger's soul dwell.
His face never seems to linger,
consistently changing
into something else.
Written by prestonGibson (NomadsPath)
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