Looking in the mirror
Looking in the mirror
What is to see?
This girl is no longer
She's a stranger to me
That face is so wise
Innocence futile
Realities ticking
But she's right on time I see
I do not know her
She's stranger
You see
And I have just met her
Though I'm looking at me
poem by April Swan
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