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When I stand in reflective frame,
contemplating the mirror image,
I no longer hate it.
For there is a new improved version,
Updated and redefined..better bones, brighter eyes.
A braver soul, with a fearless honesty.
It was not achieved with surgeons knife,
Nor religous text.
It was born of love.
I was after all just the prototype. S.G.27.FEB 2002