Mirror, Mirror
I remember how
I stood tall in your presence
You told me
them, I was the fairest, and showed my beauty in my bloom
Then I laughed
at you and wished for you, ignoring your whisper to enjoy the moment,
Now I come
before you, beaten by age,
And by nature,
there is no defiance in this search, it is assurance I seek
and a quest
for the remnant of my fleeing youth
Mirror, Mirror,
my daily remainder of mortality
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