A thousand times the mysteries unfold like galaxies in my head.

Follow me

In the mirror

I miss my mirror image.
Each time i shout at the mirror only echoes fight back.
Loud and clear, they scatter my memories on marble.
Memories of glass, memories of shattered stone.
The infinite loop of my dreams gets lost in the embrace of the mirrored self.
I have forgotten you.

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