I sit cross-legged before the mirror yet again. What do I see? I see a face. Is it me, or some Other?”
Read MoreI am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me
Read MoreI sit cross-legged before the mirror yet again. What do I see? I see a face. Is it me, or some Other?”
Read MoreI am just another pothole, // Feeling the weight of // That other invisible world // As it passes over me
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