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Reflection
When I looked at myself this morning
I could not see the glass
or the dots of toothbrush spittle
I could only see myself
The darkened skin under my eyes,
from a hundred sleepless nights
The pink of my lips
cracked by the dryness of winter
The marks on my neck
the badges of honour
showing that I belong to someone
or at least did for the night
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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