Disguising in plain sight,
you’re mimicry.
You see but you’ve been born blind.
The looking glass is your only weakness
all unknown faces are looking back,
your personal cryptonite.
Mimicry,
you thin skinned scoundrel,
pack it up
and delve right in.
There’s nothing here for you now.
There never was.
There NEVER will be.
Dawning Creations 
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