Mirrors Transforming

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(the silence is screaming)
She waits
For herself
A room full of mirrors
Yet none with her reflection
Those vacant eyes,
They don’t belong to her

(the silence is screaming)
He waits
For her
The image of a girl
Plastered to his memory
Those oceanic eyes
Deep and mysterious

(the silence is screaming)
They wait
They wait
They wait

(mirrors transforming,
the silence is screaming)





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