What I lost is what I need
an unwanted necessity in the past
It existed
a bit more than nothing
of perhaps too much of it
I saw your mask and I loved it
now that it is gone I miss it
I realize we both used it
I miss myself
Rivers of thoughts
full of feelings of
a mixture of moods
all blue all grey
you in the middle
I am your mirror
Look at me
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