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Post by Anne Drodgyny on Jan 7, 2005 5:01:16 GMT
Mirror
i look at myself and who do i see who i've become is not who i'll be i'm true to myself when i'm all alone i cover my tracks so you don't follow me home if you saw me for me and not what i show then what if fail and face what i owe the person you love or hate as it were is only my agent sent out to confer.
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Post by Al Truest on Jan 8, 2005 0:19:42 GMT
Though the Looking Glass
It all seems real the depth, the clarity the vivid appeal
how can that be a thin shiny veneer capturing me?
i must be shallow can you not see? that what's in the mirror is really not me?
break on though come if you dare drink from the bottle and i'll see you in there.
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