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Who's Who?


“We're twins,” I said, the mirror looked horror struck my image turned and fled, profound is the indefinite glacial depth, the horrifying loneliness of a mirror that only sees itself.  

A gardener  wearing my shoes is pruning
a rosebush, while I'm a tree near the window,
living in fear of the logger's chain saw.

No image, I'll fall into a black hole of vacuity
and why is a hole always black? Can't it be red or green? I'm a blue apostle, in a naïve painting,
forever walking on a lane flanked by fearful trees.
Written by oskar
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