there is a mirror
inside us
and we go inside
it is dark
and the light is
just a promise
we meet our
image
and we hug it
so tight
in moments of
breathing
we think that there
is something wrong
to every kiss of
selfishness
which diminishes
our being
after this self-love
is a journey in that lake
placid
the moon creates a
shadow
cast on a lake
bathed in silence
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