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Apr 2013
When I look into the mirror and see myself,
I do not see a thing.
I just about I recognise who I see,
And I'm not even sure if they look okay or ugly.

I looked into the space because I thought it was a mirror,
But yet, is this a reflection of me?
Certainly, now, I see.
Luna
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Luna  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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