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Oct 2015
I hate mirrors,
because they never show me.
Every time I look,
there's a stranger,
sometimes with scars,
other times with red eyes.
He changes his hair,
but his eyes always,
are so foreign,
that he's not from here,
and I don't know him,
or what he's like.
Ben McDermott
Written by
Ben McDermott  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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