I walk through the hazy house of mirrors that is my life
I see reflections obscurely
There are others in this house
Sometimes our reflections mesh - if only briefly
At those times I feel less alone
Oh, what's this?
I'm alone again
My Zen training is kicking in now...
I will see you again when the sadness lifts
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