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Kissing the mirror,
looking deep into my own eyes,
the voices reminding me
of the ones I love,
of the ones who remind me of me.

And we were not the same, once,
not the same, now.
Once when I spoke, your lips moved,
and you stood outside,
letting the wind rustle my hair,
a strange world.

I never can tell, Selfsame:
on the other side of the mirror,
are you thinking of me, too?