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Nov 2014
eyes, my own
the face in the mirror before me,
not me
but someone other.

lashed windows closed,
true visage conjured to mind.
fingertips feeling features,
those of foreign reflection.

a prison of false exterior,
curse impossible to dispel.
left to wonder,
never to know,
how inside differs from shell.
Shaun Meehan
Written by
Shaun Meehan  St. Thomas, Ontario
(St. Thomas, Ontario)   
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