Passing mirrors isn’t easy
We feel compelled to check
The state of one’s reflection
Poised in place above the neck
Though sometimes we are able
To scrutinise from head to toe
Observing how the other me
Suggests an image of just so
As long as we can look in there
We can be sure that we’re still here
As opposites in perfect time
Our duplication dance we share
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