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Where is the beholder, deigning beauty from a glare? Through gaslit haze, mirrors tell stories. Reflected distress, framed in antique oak. How long have you longed to pass through the glass? Just to prove what you're shown is real. Is it you looking back? And how can you know they're not still staring once you turn away?
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
Gaslit Reflections
Where is the beholder, deigning beauty from a glare? Through gaslit haze, mirrors tell stories. Reflected distress, framed in antique oak. How long have you longed to pass through the glass? Just to prove what you're shown is real. Is it you looking back? And how can you know they're not still staring once you turn away?
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30/M/Atlanta
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
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