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Shards of mirror in your eyes

Reflections of someone

You? No? Or yes?

Perhaps, you say

And touch your ear

The shards of mirror they move.

You? No? Or yes? Perhaps.

Different, you say

Too different to be me.

Then who?

Je ne sais pas.

The thread on her dress

It’s cut. Snipped. Unbound.

I’m bound.

Who’s bound?

You? No? Or yes?

The shards of mirror fall from your eyes.

Does it hurt?

It wasn’t me.