I had to turn away from
Who I thought I was
Come face to face with
The real me
There in the mirror of myself
The one who knows the answers
The one who wouldn't let me
Cheat
The promise I'd been given
The one who smiled with a wicked
Gleam in the eye and
Seemed to understand
It was destined
All along.
~ Laurence Overmire
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