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Nov 2014
I am a mirror.
I show myself
That couldn't possibly be true.
I point out all my imperfections,
And succumb to
worrying about
What's on the outside,
Even though,
it's what on the inside,
that counts.

I am a mirror.
I can be clear,
But over time,
Like an antique
I've become dusty,
just barely
To the frame
The cracks
are not always visible
on the surface
But over time
They add up
Until the glass
Written by
Syzygy  New York, USA
(New York, USA)   
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