A dream

In my last dream I met myself
It was a strangest of impressions
It's not an image as you think
One used to see as a reflection

He was away but same time close
So I was feeling kind of pressure
I asked him - hey, you must be me
He didn't want to make confessions

He turned his head and then escaped
Instead a mirror I was facing
Told me - look, and there I saw
Not me but total stranger….


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