She stands before me,
Her hair askew,
In some modern fashion.
Who is she?
I've seen her before,
I've seen her face
So many times,
But still, I know her not....
Her skin, the colour of chocolate,
Her eyes dark,
Her body not short,
Nor long, but who.....
I looked in her eyes,
Then I knew
She had seen
All that I've seen,
She shares all my secrets,
My experiences,
Everything.
She was me.
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