Matryoshka – Matryoshka –Matrioșca.

In your poor composition live a billion people
In your soul lives dozens, perhaps hundreds of souls
The Ego in the mirror shows you in …solitude
rotate your eye inside
listen to every inch of your body
Now,  understand that you’re not you
the smallest of all souls
that makes your ego Matryoshka
sees the sun first of you
to you remains only the shell of the mirror that feeds you
now, you know, loneliness is a state just of surface

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