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Mirrors show reflections
true. Who stands here now reflected? Unclear to me I question who stares back at me from this framed image? Could be I am dreaming and not reality? Am I only hoping, yes, I am dreaming. This haggard woman mocks me with her sullenness, furrowed brow, age spotted skin I am looking in a mirror but my reflection not as I know me to be! Yesterday I was young with bright eyes of blue, youth is fleeting. 80 words
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