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May 28
I will be your mirror.
I see through you.
Please see what I see too

Your face, your eyes, your mouth,
You know.
I will show you what's below

I have seen
Your heart, your soul, your might.
I know that you are purely light

You can see,
And yet you seem blind,
To all these things I so easily find.

My eyes, a mirror.
Look into me,
And I promise I will set you free
Do you see what I see?
No?
Keep looking.
Nyssa Jacobsen
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Nyssa Jacobsen  30/F/Plymouth, England
(30/F/Plymouth, England)   
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