That i may want water and fire
And be astonished by one or another
Stretch out my hands to a desolate land
More desolate than the wilderness of dreamless desire
The mirror’s cracked along the angles of my face
Where do i belong in it’s tangled embrace
The looking glass looks back at me in wonder
i look through the mask only to see a stranger
I peel off my skin, and enter – Nausher

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