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I look into the mirror And stare at who I see A brown haired, brown eyed woman Looking back at me. Her features seem familiar I've seen this face before But who she is escapes me I need to look some more Her eyes are very striking You can see into her soul Over on her left cheek She has a little mole Her lips are full and perfect A nose cute as can be Round face full of freckles Angel kisses for all to see Her looks are quite attractive Her smile could light the world This truly is a woman Not a little girl My eyes close for a moment To process what I've seen I realize that I know her I wonder where she's been My mind brings forth fond memories Finally free from that dark place I know who I am looking at That familiar, beautiful face I've been lost for such a long time I'm glad now to be free For the face that I've been looking at All this time belonged to me.
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