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Reflection<br />
There’s an echo staring back at me<br />
and I feel that I am frozen,<br />
continually affirming<br />
that I am me.<br />
I hear no voices now, save for my own,<br />
and for once it seems less strained<br />
by the society surrounding.<br />
I see Anubis.<br />
Once brazenly emblazoned on my skin.<br />
“That’s not exactly me,” I say,<br />
the emblem of the lost child<br />
seeking safety in facsimile<br />
of a man he longed to be.<br />
I see the scar upon my knee:<br />
an austere augury of my past<br />
as the sprightly, sporty child<br />
hiding in stereotypes with the peers<br />
deemed proper by his family.<br />
I am led to wonder: had I been me then<br />
would my knee still eternally possess<br />
that spectral, moon-shaped omen?<br />
After reflections on my past<br />
I see the echo calling back<br />
with auspicious gestures towards the future.<br />
I see the hair -- so slowly sinking down.<br />
I see the clothes -- so slightly changing form.<br />
I see the eyes -- so swiftly looking up.<br />
I see myself -- so surely being born.<br />
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