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Like me..

I had never met anyone so much like me.. 
This strange rumination comes to me often..
A mirror of mine reflects all shades of white and grey.
Perceptions  almost align and sing in unison. .
Times when boundaries truly get blurred.. 
Yet there  are ones which bring solace that it's really not me.. 
An illusive reality that sets my conscience carelessly free.. 

 

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