Ode to Mirror

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Jan 9, 2019
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Updated: Nov 5, 2019

by Jake Lord '19

When I look into you, And I back at me, You reflect my being; Without a story, As thesaurus words And rhetorical quandaries only. You cast my body as Flowery prose; With pubescent pedals As budding body parts. You pose as a mere scan Of Myself; An intriguing estimation, Without context.

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