Looking into the mirror,
My body lets out a shiver,
The person I see,
Doesn't look like me,
Wrinkles on my face,
Smooth skin replaced,
My skins looking old,
Skin has started to fold,
I'm not the person in the reflection,
I was far from perfection,
But this person had aged,
No sparkle eyes disengaged,
Around the mirror there were pictures,
Held up around the fixtures,
Tattered around the edges,
Framing the mirror with picture hedges,
Taking a closer look I inspect,
Looking at the woman subject,
Hazy memories flood back,
Sending my brain to attack,
The girl in the picture is me,
Of which I have no memory,
For that's who I am today,
Not the reflection of the lady of grey,
The aged pictures in sepia,
Must be propaganda media,
They remind me of what I used to be,
For I have lost all memory.
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