It’s odd
This reflection
Reflecting back
I see
A face
That’s not
My face
I remember
My face
That you
Saw then
But this
This face
No one
Ever sees
My youth
Is gone
Wrinkles replaced
By time
It’s odd
This reflection
Reflecting back
I see
A face
That’s not
My face
I remember
My face
That you
Saw then
But this
This face
No one
Ever sees
My youth
Is gone
Wrinkles replaced
By time
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Well written dear
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Thank you
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