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| Images II by � LouReeves When looking in the mirror, I do see, But not what others do see of me. The mirror is a trickster, the reverse of what is true, Is that the fault that exists between me and you? What you see is the real, true me, What I see is what I want to be. But can these images be united in love, With the true reflection from above? Yes, minds and bodies can meld into one, Consumed by the passion possessed by the sun? |
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