Not eyes you think yours
witnessing your uncompassionate moments
your invisible presence
from a hidden plane
where nothing is ever in vain.
Not mouth you feel yours
voicing your feeble,
fatigued lies
from a silent tangent
where nothing is ever fallacious.
Not you
the self within is a sleuth
an entity of pure essence
shadow of a shadow,
phantasmic.
Mar the mirror
that face so familiar
Mar the mirror
with your fear.
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