Polarity
As a child
i never understood my mirror
her quiet
her reserve
her ability to be
me
when i could never be
her
i dirtied my fingers
she did not
i laughed
she did not
i could not understand
her indiference
we grew
i grew
in maturity
and stamina
she grew
away
when did my face
become a lie?
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