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Mirror Me
The picture in your head.
The missing pieces instead.
A growing virus that is not there.
Give me the vaccine, even if
it a salt drip.
You mirror me.
I mirror you.
Not a dream, not a nightmare
just an image that isn't there,
a projection, a invention.
Of the times of hysteria.
I am not pieces of your puzzle
that you forgot where
the box was, to put
them back, to what
you sense, to what
you sense, it is supposed
to...
be to me.
I finally get
to that place
where the mirror
doesn't help anymore.
Let this be a final push
to decide what I want
you to see, for me
to mirror everything.
I will look and finally
see me.
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