Mirror Still
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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In the quiet glass, I see,
a stranger staring back at me.
Eyes that hold a thousand days,
and whispers lost in winding ways.
Who am I beneath the frame,
a shifting shape, a fleeting name?
The mirror shows, but never speaks,
the answer that my silence seeks.
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