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Mirror
I looked at myself
in an old photo as if
looking into a mirror.
It is strange.
Have I faded so much
with the passing of years?
That girl had
brown hair
and red lips
waiting to be kissed.
I am grey and white
and have no sparks
of hope in my eyes.
All of the people
She loved were alive.
Images and time standing still
on photos, just like me.
She and I separated by life
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