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Lookalike
People say I look like her,
I don't see it.
Yes, I was indeed her daughter.
Though she is gone forever,
and I remain here.
I don't want to look like her,
to see her in the mirror.
The Cycle
The wind blows smoothly and the trees dance,
making lovely music with their leaves.
Leaving me completely at peace.
As the night sneaks upon me it brings the knowledge of the universe,