our reflections collide and furiously intermingle on the gritty pane of a late hour detached from selves for shuddering moments before disentangling into contrite shadows that slip from the mirror and back over discrete lives.
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our reflections collide and furiously intermingle on the gritty pane of a late hour detached from selves for shuddering moments before disentangling into contrite shadows that slip from the mirror and back over discrete lives.
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