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May 2019
and into
weaving
in and out of short pines
a fly travels to the top of a mountain

while I stand in my underwear
and the incandescent

staring into a mirror, into a mirror
and on
as we all have.
#mirrors
Written by
sgail
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     Ledge, Ayan and Bogdan Dragos
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