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Young Aubrey twirls in the mirror.

Her purple silk skirt twirls around

And relaxes on her thighs

As she takes a moment to gaze

Cutely at her own reflected face.

"Breakfast is ready fresh now, dear!"

Her mother calls from the kitchen.

She kisses herself in the mirror,

Leaving a mark of crimson lipstick smear,

And bounces down the stairs

With an aura of lovely, vibrant youth.

Today is the play, we can say

That our lives are constantly astray

And stick to no script but secrets.