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A mirror, a duplicate The image of myself preserved inside My minds eye, as I wonder If what I see is what is visible Not two halves but two forms The truth, or is it only perceived As an upheld expectation Lifted higher than the sun Brought close to my chest
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Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 11:16 PM UTC
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A mirror, a duplicate The image of myself preserved inside My minds eye, as I wonder If what I see is what is visible Not two halves but two forms The truth, or is it only perceived As an upheld expectation Lifted higher than the sun Brought close to my chest
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Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 11:16 PM UTC
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