In the mirror,
She has so many faces:
Tearstained
Agitated
Amused
Smiling
Each face captures,
A small part of her:
The part that hides who she is,
The part that wears her heart on her sleeve,
Have combined
To create a person as unique as a fingerprint.
She loves who she is.
To look in the mirror
And see yourself
Not somebody else,
A feeling without comparison.
She extends her hand to me…
I take it.
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