Doppelganger
I am a mirror.
I hold up to people
The whisper they are
Most afraid of in
themselves
Running away from your naked
(ness) Companion —
In Fata Morgana
Your refuge you find.
Always your moving
Hides the illusion of
Movement
What is your fear?
Stand still —
And see yourself
Strong and clear —
Then shall we see
each
other
for the first time.
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