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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