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Jul 2012
I passed a mirror
not long ago.
It did not rouse the feelings
I had hoped to bestow

I caught a glimpse of myself
of my mother
and second mother
of my past lovers

fear filled my eyes and
I caught a glimpse of my father
and that poignant preacher
from childhood

at that, I looked upon (angry)
I saw my ruthless peers
from throughout the years
and passer by after passer by

I passed love, hope, and sadness, too
without skipping a beat

the things learned from this reflection:
Gaze.
Feel.
Repeat.
Taylor Hughes
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Taylor Hughes
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