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Mar 2012
The mirrors gaze; sends a feeling of uneasiness, as it always does.
I know not why my heart grows cold when I stand before it.
Perhaps it knows I have stayed longer than usual?
That I have stared longer than usual.
My reflection remains motionless as I turn away.
Kyle Kind
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Kyle Kind
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