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I dreamed of no reflection, no one looking back at me.

I could see all too clearly, where 

I'm sure that I should be. 

I heard a voice that wasn't mine and it whispered soft to me.

I was your ghost, of what use to be, when the mirror once could see.

When days were warm and nights were short beside the sounding sea.

I saw your thoughts before they came and knew your hearts desire, but now I whisper soft and low through times and tides of mire.

I hope that when I wake today and stand before that mirror, that it sees myself, with all its flaws and only my thoughts remaining clear.

R.Sweat