The Glass

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I review myself over a layer of abstraction:

the camera's lense,

the mirror's silver,

or a stranger's eye.

 

It's when I look into myself

as a primary source that I descover

the gorgeous,

worthwhile,

deserving human being

these secondaries forgot to accuse me of.

 

 

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