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One thousand empty chairs

stretch to stage

 

she meets my face

and suddenly it's noon, i'm

 

staring in the mirror

: a distorted reflection

 

two people two strangers

 

one thousand empty chairs

stretch to stage

 

but we already know one

another, and I've been here before

 

in the mirror, an empty room

our fingers would touch

 

we were the same

until the show started

 

there were a thousand

people gathered, reaching out

 

touching us, touching me

and the mirror shattered

 
 
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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Comments

ImmortalNighttime

Wow... this feels pretty deep and I love the imagery you have!

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