The one behind your mirror
Is always the unknown
His look is cold and shallow
You will never be told.
It's you? Or just a stranger
that lerks under your floor
Rose from beneath the water
and entered through the door.
He's sitting still and spying,
knowing he can't be seen.
Waiting the time of weakness
to show you where he's been.
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