Reflection
I look in the mirror,
all I see,
wild hair,
wild eyes,
wild soul.
The brass frame contains,
hundereds of faces,
hundereds of days,
thousands of second glances.
Concern,
worry,
sadness,
hapiness,
hatred.
All I see is a refection.
Staring back at me.
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