Now on this planet,
We are not who we were.
Not who you are.
Sea is not yours.
You are not this.
In that galaxy, you are.
In this one, you could be.
Like a mirror.
Two sides.
Two places.
One time.
I am by the writer.
Nor the walker.
The reader now.
The observer, here.
What doesn't feel real. It's not.
It's two.
Two being one.
Speaking through technology,
There its only personally.
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