In the morning light, I look in the mirror at crusty eyelashes and lids,
On top of blood-red eyes.
Oh, my!
Where did that person come from?
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I love this poem I am young but I feel old sometimes maybe not in body but in spirit I guess when my mother calls me an old soul I can relate thank you for writing this lovely
poem I hope you keep writing
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I love this poem I am young but I feel old sometimes maybe not in body but in spirit I guess when my mother calls me an old soul I can relate thank you for writing this lovely poem I hope you keep writing