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The Looking Glass

March 6, 2018

She looks at me
And I at her.
Her smile is wicked and twisted,
Mine is lovely and sweet.
Her eyes are dark and full of hatred,
Mine are full of life and wonder.
She stands in a valley of death,
I stand in a valley of life,
How could we be the same person,
When we are nothing alike?


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