I look in the mirror and see that face,
It takes me back to a different place,
That pale, thin oval of a ghostly shade,
A cement of secrets set to be laid,
I look at those eyes full of haunted light,
And wonder why I ever came to see such a sight,
I look at the nose - a curve of decisions,
And the slope of those cheeks, sharpened to precision:
At one time that image used to be me,
Now a small stranger - that's what I can see.
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