At some point, I hope
You will see yourself
through another's eyes
and feel like a stranger.

At first glance
They are a distortion
Culminating all that is not you.

You catch a glimpse of yourself
reflected in their gaze
And you become a distortion
of all that is not them.

And we could get trapped in this hall of mirrors forever.

But if we surpass this
To cross our borders of self
We discover
We are not looking into a reflection
But staring out across an ocean together.

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