My image has altered in the mirror..
Not much cleaner and not much clearer...
It stares at me, not blinking much..
It does not smile, I do not smile..
I ask myself who made the glaring changes..
Neither too likely and nor too kindly...
You've taken me, I tell myself..
I am not smiling, I do not smile...
My being has altered in your mirage..
Not too quickly, not too keenly..
You've spoilt me, so habituated me ...
I cannot smile, I do not smile...
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hamza ..
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