lately i’m obsessed with the idea of a two way mirror

i feel like so much of this existence is like a two way mirror

glass between us, glass

the veil between us, little hints of “us”

the cohesive, the collective living and dead

i can kinda see you

in the dark

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i hope at least

for a second being dead is like being in

my room

listening to the cocteau twins

making noise in someone else’s t-shirt

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i hope being dead is like

the time before birth and then i am born to another place

any kind of place, any kind of being

Francesca DeMusz (2017)