Disoriented Mirrors

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Excuse me sir, don't look byeond,

Why is it you cannot see me?

I'm over here,

I'm crystal clear,

Could you please sit and listen?

I'm waving to you,

You waved back,

Now please explain to me,

I sit down and you sit down,

Please tell me what you see.

Are you a fake,

Am I a fake,

I can only see myself.

I see you every single day,

And this is what I say.

"Why do you copy,

My every move,

As if we were the same?

You style your hair,

I sit and stare,

But why is it when you do to,

You follow me everywhere?"

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