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I never feel myself on the group chat

Every face is 
like a window
(a mirror). 

Every face seems my own
for a moment
(if it speaks clearly,
if I listen carefully).

I am among them
and experience them all
at the same time.

Yet, when I look closely
at my own visage
it seems false
and distant.

I extend myself to those others 
in close sympathy;
myself, I experience at a
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