Reflections
In the nightmarish beat of pulsing life,
I cling to the solidity of your face.
Distored visions of the outside
Flutter across the TV,
Vanishing flickers behing the steamy smoke
Of a crowded animal den.
It was in this jungle we found each other:
We are twin souls, you and I--
If you looked into a mud puddle,
It would be my drowning eyes you saw.
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