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Mirror Image I had been awash in the seconds, the days, the years, of mutual union. I was merged, morphed, muddied, and on some days misplaced entirely in the detritus of mutuality. I had become the hands, the eyes, the ears, the mouth, even the half-finished sentences of a second self. Now, plumbing the depths of my mirror image, I see reflected the face of a stranger. |
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