Those nights weren't tarnished by speech, stay buried in my head. I revisit with just a shut eye. I'm there again, nothing changed. Every Eve it transfigured to take a shape that resembled you. But you can't be moulded in my head just be felt staring back at me from inside the hollow wall.
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Inside the Mirror
SpiritualLife from inside the mirror. Only you see it. /Collection of short stories/ /Commentaries/
