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Emergence
I used to be a closet case,
Hid amongst the bows and lace;
Never really saw my face
Then I found that mirror.
I took a good long look at me,
Handsome girl of Twenty-three;
I did not like what I did see
Caught within that mirror.
I saw a lie reflected there,
Curls and ribbons in my hair;
Trappings of the Lady Fair
Cast back in that mirror.
It really was not me at all,
Hanging up there on the wall;
I heard a voice begin to call
From somewhere in that mirror.
I cocked my head and listened well,
To what my silver self did tell;
I truly could climb out of Hell
If I believed that mirror.
I took a scissor,cut the curls,
They fell away in golden swirls;
I left them there for other girls
Then I broke that mirror
Copyright 2001, Heartstarter
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