Toughened
remember you,
who do you suppose
you are to me that you feel
I ought to worry much about
how I might be or seem to you?
still you're afloat in admiring awe
at your mirror view of you and you;
but then I, now profusely bleeding,
shall in time be so toughened up
by scars that in her warmth
I'll no longer have the time
to even very vaguely
remember you!
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