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Hall of mirrors..

Walking through the hall of mirrors..

Realising I am you..

And you - me..

Yet behind our material flaws..

We cower..

Avoiding eye contact like the plague..

Choosing distraction in the palm of our hands..

Anything is better than to see the naked truth..

To light a candle for the shadow..

Is to tip-toe into the light..

Realising you never left..

Only chose a different view..

Snakes and ladders..

The kaleidoscope of pathways..

All bleeding into one..

A melting multitude of mystical melody..

Nothing can be wrong..

For right doesn’t exist..

It just is..

Once everything is dissolved..

All that is left..

Is love..

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