Albeit Differently

There is this woman who
Greets me in mirrors
She is me
Albeit differently 
She is not as 
Exposed
Her door closed
She is the one
Meeting strangers
In the sun
Composed
She doesn’t break
When the day
Has foreclosed
Albeit differently
I like her
Better than me

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