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UNCERTAIN ANSWER
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The mirror holds my face lightly,
but the darkness behind it stirs~
a handprint left years ago,
still pulsing like underground rivers.
I ask the glass who I've become;
it blinks, fogging over
with my breath’s
uncertain answer.
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