Day 1105, decent in.

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The mirror I decent in

has no reflection,

and inside, I stare

at a thousand directions

to see nothing but silence.

Only the cold reminds me.


Day 1073, twice.

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I look in two mirrors and see two halves twice of myself.

I recognize both from past mirrored reflections.

I don’t know what I would know about them without them.


Day 1067, reflection.

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The mirror points in two directions.

It reflects me, my outside a stranger to me.

It lets me reflect, what I, think I see.

So, what is reflected?

Am I my own imitation?


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