On loop
I like talking to a mirror
She stares blankly at me.
Holds no grudges, no expectations.
Stands there, witnessing my epiphanies.
I watch back at her,
The blank glances have no sobriety,
No sense of time or reality.
Stuck there in a never-ending loop.
Where was her origin?
Only if she could feel the passing moons.
Just a mere reflection.
I smile, she smiles back.
As if she has lost all cheers.
Only a bot of mine.
But my entire reflection,
Lies in front of my eyes.
That is her, she is me.
I don't even believe in what I feel.
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