A thousand fun-house mirrors arrayed
Around you, reflecting the fragmented
Selves you wished you were,
And the lives you wish you led.
And no matter which way you tilt your
head, you can't ever seem to meet their
gaze—
But only one looks right back at you,
With the glimmering Gemini
recognition—
He lived the life that you escaped.
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