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Sep 2020
He pressed his nose up to a mirror—
No matter how close he got,
He still only saw who he could be.

He peered into a magnifying glass—
Looking longingly at his hands,
He still only saw who he wasn't holding.
Jonathan
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Jonathan  M/Oregon
(M/Oregon)   
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