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A face stared out of the mirror,











it isn’t mine and it isn’t yours,











so whom does it belong to?












The face was smiling, the face was beautiful.










But whom did it belong to?












I gazed at it in pondered thought











and then it came to me as clear as the calm sea.




It was my face ....but not mine.











It was the person i wanted to be the person you wanted me to be. Just a dream in a mirror.



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