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The sum of others

black and white image of triangle etched on arm

​I am an instrument

in this game of mirrors.

You cannot

look at me but look at you.

In the project of perpetual shames,

we are equal.

Rub it in. We'll never

rub it out.

We are at the abyss, you and I,

down on knees,


by my failure

to see what you see


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