The mirror by Sylvia Plath
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- I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I will swallow immediately. Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful. The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
- Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
- Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, searching my reaches for what she really is...
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