October 12, 2011
A 2D silhouette,
Copying your every move.
A simmering reflection,
Staring back at you.
Like water,
Yet untouchable,
Out of grasp.
Visions of present
Reflect from its' glass.
Mirrors are truth,
Crystal balls in a way.
Through the mirror
Me staring back at me.

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