‘Hello reader’ I write on my mirror.
Sometimes, still holding the marker, I read these words and smirk.
At other times, I look through the communique, and it is the verbose piled that I see. Like slices of some self, a semblance of this self, I see some defined whole.
A reflection, projected.
Like this self I call myself.
Myself, unhinged.
– J
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