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The Switch MAG
The man in the mirror,
he told me who I was.
Then I knocked on the door,
and was received with crossed fingers.
I stepped through the glass,
streaked with unknown drops.
I stepped halfway through,
and the man smiled.
He smiled like a shark,
and I stepped through.
I gaze now at my body,
sometimes.
It looks back at me.
As I stepped through,
he stepped out.
He has forgotten that I exist,
I, who set him free.
Now that man in the mirror,
that man is me.
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