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Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Lie

by Douglas Polk

The self distorted in the mirror,
yet the lines sharp, the image clear,
The self imprecise,
callous and uncaring,
Eyes cold,
The stare unceasing,
This can not be me,
Anyone who knows me,
Knows this is not me,
Only a distortion for the world to see.

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