You are a person in a different body.
I know you inside out.
And that is why I have my doubt.
You see, what I say to you,
Your reply, I have already thought it through.
And in your head too, there are multiple iterations,
Well before we find ourselves in the situation.
It is a dangerous game we play,
But only if you met me half way.
When I can love you,
I can start loving me too.
Is that a smirk I see?
I know you have being studying me.
In all its abnormality,
You are my present, You are my reality.
So, My Dear Mirror Mirror on the wall,
How crazy are you and me,
If at all?
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