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I touch my right cheek
To tell you there’s something
On your left cheek
We are as mirrors facing each other
Reflecting onto each other
Right to left, left to right
Mirroring each other
Flat surface shines
But emotion’s depth
Requires texture to
Reflect clouds or sun
Across the brow of sky
So, come to the other side
See the world
Through this window
With synchronicity
Feel the depth of field and
Texture, felt and seen
Are we not quite the same, or
Maybe a reasonable facsimile