I look in the mirror, and I don't know who I see
...Its a bony reflection of me
Staring back at who I use to be
Well, I will tell you this, I can never go back to that point of need
I wish I were a phoenix
To rise above and fly away
Although, at times, I feel like a matter of convenience
You do however charm me, despite what happens, each and every day
Despite the wish to wash away with the moon
While perpetually thinking of you
I attempt to wait for dusk in the midst of June
I cautiously look at you, to marinate my thoughts and brew
......................................................................Smiling thinking of just you
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