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What’s it like over there
What’s it like in there
You need to fix your hair
Also, that crooked picture behind you
Staying seated looking conceited
Facing the appearance of authenticity
Paying close consideration to detail
Why do you simulate me
Accurately imitate me
Can you not say something
Can you just sit and do nothing
Instead of arguing back and forth
Who’s the physical who’s bogus
Who’s the fairest who’s the biased
Which one will crack If one should break
Same view behind our backs
Staring into eyes made of glass
Crossing magic lines
dissimilarities of the same bones
minds in tact not gone
just split into two mental's
sitting in front of a mirror
conversing with my clone
