a view is intercepted by my view.
i find that whats brighter to you may be darker to me -
the breath of a stranger is more familiar to me than mine own.
who is it that stands in front of this mirror.
the reflection unusual, yet not uncomfortable.
i feel my own skin as if touching a stranger.
which gypsy skin shall i dance in tonight?
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