There’s something fascinating standing between two mirrors
Seeing versions of yourself reflected again and again
Becoming a bit more warped and showing you a bit more small
Iteration upon iteration
I feel like I’m standing between two mirrors
More and more these days
Staring at a distorted version of myself
That I can’t trace back to the origin
I worry sometimes
About these reflections
But I think that’s good
To understand that
I’m looking at
A distorted
Reflection
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