Poetry

Her

You look at me

And expect to see her

But what you see

Only leads to disappointment

*

I have her hair

Her green eyes,

But it is very clear

I am not her

*

Strangers know me

Through her. To them

I am only her

Without being her

*

I am her misshapen shadow

Distorted and never as perfect.

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