Me
She hides herself in mirrors, the one I wish to be
She disappears in glimmers
Glimpses only, not quite seen
She veils herself in dreamings
Redolent with the night
A promise of a secret
Always out of sight
No viscera, no worldly pain
No tangible desire
No problem, stuggle, worry, plight
Just calm and cool and vain
She lives beyond the other
Creating as she will
Existence but a dream of hers
Morphing at her whim
Yes, she hides in mirrors
That one I wish to be
I glimpse her in my slumber
Smooth and cold and me
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