I see you seeing me, but we don't meet,
Eye to eye.
And it has unreach, ablity,
Here inside.
Trying to touch my reflection.
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Auctorial Abscondences in Opusculum
NouvellesOr, a collection of vignettes and short-form stories written late at night.
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I see you seeing me, but we don't meet,
Eye to eye.
And it has unreach, ablity,
Here inside.
Trying to touch my reflection.
