Credible Mirror
My body seems to peak
Skin becomes alive
Thoughts fly by
like a hundred planes
in a hallway
The rug is an ocean;
filled with ants, dust and dirt.
Now I feel promised
I see a face
A face looking into me
I stare
as he does
No mind plants and
grows these thoughts.
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