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I look in the mirror
I desire an image that is clear-
One to express my soul,not my face.
One to show my love,not my race.
Then I read the content of myself.

I see I am a demon,not so clear
I see I am an angel,crossed with fear
Both contain of my love,hatred and tears

As I examine,I think of way back then.
Of what is now,and what is then.
From soul to thought,then into the mirror.
The image of myself is even clearer.