Mirror | rorriM

 I glance at my self in the mirror.

                                                     My image is as usual.

                                                           I stand to look a little longer at what’s there,

                                    Wondering if an alternate-dimension lies beyond it:

                                        Different outcomes, angles of perspective, opportunities, and consequences

                                            Eventually, turning face away back to reality


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