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If it weren't for mirrors,

I'd forget I could smile.

Forget that my eyes could sparkle

at simple things.

Forget that emotion shows apparant

on my face.



If it weren't for mirrors,

I'd forget I was aging on the outter,

for the inner remains young.

I'd forget that what others see,

when they glance my way,

is not what reflects my soul.



If it weren't for mirrors,

I'd be alone most of the time.



If it weren't for mirrors,

I'd forget that I even exist.



©Cathy Faist 07-03