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Staring Back
On a bridge, my reflection was shown.
The reflection staring back, was not my own.
It rose and fell like stars in the night.
Noticing its shallow eyes, seen in the moonlight.

I reached my hand, touching the skin on my face.
In the dark it had left, not even a trace.
With trembling thoughts, a rock was thrown.
But the grey and sunken...