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Mirrors & Crystals
Light shines
Blinding my reflection
She must be blind
Her eyes bright beyond detection
Our fingers touch
Her's are so cold
Our eyes meet
Hers are so old
I try to kiss her forehead
But she moves to meet my lips
Though it brings her no comfort
My forehead to hers dips
There are crystals left
Where our cheeks met
They sparkle
They Shine
They bend the light
Liquid crystal dripping down
From her running eyes to my cold frown |
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