A hand softly touches
it's doppelganger,
the glass squeaking softly
as it runs down the pane.
Two head tilts to the left
in perfect unison.
Slowly steam fogs the mirror
the two stand watching each other fade away.
A smile and a wave from one,
from the other a shake of the head.
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