#MirrorReflections
Silvered glass, a still and silent pool,
Reflecting back my visage, yet somehow changed.
A window to a realm beneath the surface,
Where secrets of the soul lie rearranged.

In vanity's hall of mirrors, I admire
An illusion of perfection, polished bright.
Yet imperfections lurk in shadowed corners,
Distortions in the mirror's honest light.

Is this my true self, bare and revealed?
Or just a trick of light, an empty show?
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