The Looking Glass Self

In eyes that kill, a place that stands still. In you, a mirror of me. The secrets of anxiety. What peace to see you look right back at me. The mirror of me, you say chemistry. Hands away find places to lay, a body beneath the reflection of me. Kisses that stray, no deception to speak. In you, a mirror of me that laughs in peaks, apologizes for the speed, that dances silently. Do not apologize for the way of we, the mirror….that only we can see.

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