Woman In The Mirror

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I see the woman in my reflection, staring back looking for recognition.

We lock eyes through the mirror, studying each other's expression, wondering what each other is thinking

She matches my every move within my reflection, as I realize the connection.

I see the woman trapped within the mirror, waiting to be set free from her glass prison.

Like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, this woman needs to spread her wings unleashed from the womb.

I shatter the mirror along with my fear, freeing this woman from her glass cage.

I don't care what others say. This woman and I are one and the same.

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