A table reflects the night’s glow
I will snap my neck on them
Like lies and latex, perhaps
Whether we can look at our reflection?
I will snap my neck on them
With a mirror hung in front
Whether we can look at our reflection?
Branches in all directions
With a mirror hung in front
You see your reflection in its surface
Branches in all directions
I liked asking that.
You see your reflection in its surface
Like lies and latex, perhaps
I liked asking that.
A table reflects the night’s glow