MIRRORS AND IMAGES
REFLECTIONS
REFLECTING
MYSELF
UNTIL THEN
I AM THROUGH
THE LOOKING
GLASS, THEN
REALITY IS THE
REFLECTION
OF REFLECTION.

SO IN THE END
THE LOVE YOU
TAKE IS EQUAL
TO THE LOVE
YOU MAKE.
BEGGARS LIKE
ME CAN ONLY
SEE BOWLS IN
THE SUNSET.

~Lonely Being~

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