Feel like I live on one side of a glass wall. Glass so thick, sound cannot even permeate the surface. To smash the wall would be destructive. Nothing good comes from destruction; wise to that. I live here. Content. However in minds silent eye I only see half a world. As reminder, a vivid reflection baring all features, hiding no unwanted blemishes, a perfect symmetry of all that is and all that will be.
Does it have to be this one sided?
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