If I just changed my nose or the
jut of this tooth I could...What?
See through the mirror? More
blind more like, chewing a
scar and the twisted bone. Let it
rot and the meat fall off,
clearing the air. You could
gasp at least. Whatever you do,
behind the mirror's just a wall and
everything else's jiggling spit.
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