I was quite sure the face I saw wasn’t mine,
And yet part of me belongs to it as
It looked back at me
Staring at that reflection longer than I meant to
Didn’t help me at all at the same time
But then I knew the name of that face, meine Liebe
One I gave my fragile heart and did it happen?
That half of me flied to him, either his to me?
My heart worked faster at the bizarre thought
That it could be the missing piece of this puzzle
Of why this surrealism ever existed.
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