Looking glass

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A surface unbroken
Serene and calm it stays
No ripples as water
No dents as metal

So still so same
My opposite
An antonym of the land

Tell us your stories
They are naught
But our own
So seen so acted
Played naught spoke

Shimmering gleam
My clone of a lower dimension
My mute friend
My copy
My twin

Can you see me?
Can you hear my voice?
The pain I feel,
Is it yours as well?

My copy
My clone
My deep looking glass





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