The Mirror

April 14, 2009
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A soft love tale,
soon to bail,
before all fails.

A clever imagination,
she thought up on time;
a terrible crime commits,
and she thinks your mine.

When our body entwines,
in further hate;
I fake a lure,
and use you as bate.

Towards two different worlds,
along two pieces of glass;
and until it will last,
i cry upon the past.

Missing what we had,
and see a tad clearer;

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