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Half past Midnight.

The veil opens.

By Oliver MPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
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Repeat lather rinse.

Over the top, under the bottom.

There I see no one but the mirror of me.

Repeat lather rinse.

Under of it all, through the mirror of me.

Over the top, under the bottom.

Is it another reality where I can not see but the future me.

Repeat lather rinse.

Up the top, to the bottom.

Under of it all, through the mirror of me.

Over the top, under the bottom.

What parallel is this where the past is not past it is in front of me that keeps repeating right after another mistakes of past of a deja vu life.

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About the Creator

Oliver M

Poetry is my past, the future rolls for no one. I'd rather have her exorcise my past and to entertain as life goes by in this chaotic world.

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