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Reflection |
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I looked through the
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If I moved to the left |
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At the person inside. |
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He would immediately
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As I was watching him, |
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As much to say, |
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He was not trying to
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Do you think I am hollow. |
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He eyed me with a curious
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In a staring contest, |
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As if to say, |
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Neither of us would win. |
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Who or what are you, |
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Could it be, |
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Watching me this day. |
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That we are kin? |
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His face showed
curiosity, |
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What about his soul, |
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But no hint of fear. |
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Was it full of fun; |
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His face showed a
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Or was it possible |
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But ever so dear. |
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That he had none? |
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If I closed my eyes, |
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Was I on the outside |
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Then he would blink. |
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Looking in; |
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Or least that is what |
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Or is that just where |
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I would like to think. |
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I thought I should have
been? |
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Ivan |
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