After all this while
Throwing stones
At myself
In still water ,
I now drown
As I try
To strangle
my own image

Because I smudge
Everytime I try to catch
The infinite reflections
You cast
As you stroll
Between two mirrors
Of heart and mind.

Elsewhen ,my dear
Betwixt Beehive,Boulder
Bared Beethoven Battered?

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