Tunnel seems so long
Touching the bottom
A slim reflexion
Punctured my vision
I
didn't notice
Beside the last door
Standing on nothing
There was a mirror
Even inside...scrutinized
I am, he is, the face I hate
Refracting cells and prismed
self
Who's x who's y in a blank place
I can't believe this is my image
Like the
mirror without a frame
Baring a scarred side
Open in daylight
Recoil and
reply
Farside of my pride
The introspection
Ruptures the blood core
Magnification
Draws out the mirror
Seeking me out
What will he find?
I am,
he is, a repugnant state
I can't shake this curiosity
My privacy starts to fade
I
can't believe this is my image
Like the mirror
A polar exchange
He gloating
over my fleeting image
He used to be me
He knows who is free
How long will I
wait...here
Stuck in this void place...here
I can't believe I am the immage
Within
the mirror
Into the chrome lake
The glass is broken
But I look the same
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