obscured reflection

with these hands i cleared my eyes
and much to my amicable surprise
i see someone i cannot recognize
i see a person wearing a disguise

once, twice, three times i blinked
for a moment there i was distinct
then the blur suddenly came back
reminding me of something that i lack

i looked down and saw the water flowed
i reached to the coolness that it bestowed
slapped the water to my unexpecting face
hoping that it would bring back some grace

after a few repetitions in that fashion
i looked back and and felt compassion
such wierd thinking and quick to condemn
when you wash your face at three AM

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