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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..
Sunday 10th March 2019 3:37 pm
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