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Mirror Stare into my glass window, And I will transfer you, Into a second world, A planet called reflection. I'm the central door, between two earths, Both globes are in my vision, Although, in truth, they are The same. Two worlds, That conflict with each other, In one way alone: My screen displays, to your world, Each detail in reverse. by Eleanor M. Cole, 19th September 1995 |
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