Stranger, by Lorena Bernhardt Subscribe to rss feed for Lorena Bernhardt

There's a girl staring back at me.
She mimicks my every  move.
I reach out, as does she,
But the boundary between us is smooth.
I stare into her eyes,
And a tear rolls down my cheek.
My heart starts to fly
As I realize the girl is me.
Posted: 2010-06-03 04:45:14 UTC

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