A statue stood in front of me
not quite the image I thought to see
for when I looked upon it's face
there was a mirrored image in it's place
But looking upon this molded stone
I realized it was all alone
except for I looking on I
yet I seemed to be just a passerby
Hardly recognizing what I saw
it seems I stood there in great awe
not because it was nearly artistic perfection
but due to the lack of knowing my own reflection
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