Smoke Decieved


I've imagined vanity is a delusion of sanity.

But what is empathy 

if within our own reflection

we cannot see?

This smoke in the mirrors 

but my vanity's been cleaned,

dust off the thoughts and 

harvest them like crops

take the moment to stop-

and see:

Has your mind been decieved

by the reflection you used to see?

Let's take another puff and into the mirror

and just breathe.

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