SHAKING THE MIRROR I hold the mirror with both hands another me another room it looks like the same room and self but I know it is not there is one small difference there if only I can see it I shake the mirror to make it tell me but the silence says all I will ever know if I could spot the change I would know which other room of my life I am in I could and would greet myself it has been a hard journey I would say but now rest we are here and there is no need to keep shaking so
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