Body and Soul
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
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