November 18, 2009
I look in the water,
A woman follows my every move,
With the grace and softness,
I am without.

Who do I see,
Is it me,
I need to know my reflection.

Everyone says I don't look at myself,
Quite right,
That I am beautiful,
And lethe,
But I can't believe them.

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