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As I look into your eyes,
the weak seams of my being
slipping,
undone.
I can only remember fleeting moments:
a laugh,
rain on a Saturday,
tired eyes.
You watch me.
But I only see a reel of my own divination,
perhaps based in the realities of another universe;
our atoms corresponding across light-years
to make mirror images.
We both see our own reflection,
straining to make out what lies behind the looking glass.
Forgive me.





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