In the mirror I see a reflection

But may I make an objection?

This is not me staring back

Almost gave me a heart attack

My eyes do not shine so bright

I think I know her, yes I might

She seems familiar, I can't quite remember

Yes, I believe it was early December

She came to me in such a tizzy

All her spinning made me dizzy

She spoke words so unkind

Sense of it I did not find

When I blinked she had split

Just stayed and stared a bit

Could it be

I am her

And she is me?


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