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Sixteen
Boldface facing the mirror
Fully human
Intensified the terror
Yes
Naked, naked, naked
Throwing the head back
Inflating the chin
The moments escaped
Into blossoms of spring
Dreaming
Reality rather hard
The child alive again
Staving off the new fierce reflection
An eye catches the form again.
Naked "me"
Clothes WOULD help
To shade the shock
"And my friends would understand
Even if I don't."
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