Vigil StarGazer Posted April 28, 2004 Report Posted April 28, 2004 In the mirror, I saw a stranger. A face I did not recognize, Staring right back at me. His shirt fits him like a tent to hide his hollowness behind the fancy exterior resides the naive emptiness Why did he smile like he's hurting? Why did he live life like he's pretending? his eyes shines a dying light he'd seen too much, but in his open posture he'd learned nothing at all. He gazes back to me an expression unread shows self same prejustice. This is me I see
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