Am I like she?
Is he like me?
These thoughts flick through my head,
For the world is my mirror;
I turn this way and that,
Trying to catch a glimpse of myself
In strangers' eyes -
But try as I might, to compare,
I'm lost; I can't see
What's really there
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
