I see that face, and it see's me
We watch each other carefully
I see his left and he my right
Meticulous inspection, fluorescent light
Miming moves it seems
Clutching to my every scheme
Matching me so perfectly
Not missing a single opportunity
Scratching my right, he his left
Each movement of his so cleverly deft
And if I try to pull the rug
He matches me, oh so smug
I wonder, if he had a reality
What would be his thoughts of me
And with my in depth study
I think of him with only pity
Now it's time to end this study
My thoughts on him, reflections foggy
With renewed focus to the day
I laid down my brush, quietly walked away
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