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ReflectionBurgundy tendrils framing her skin... beautiful... pouted painted lips forming a smile on her heart shaped face, slender neck spilling to soft shoulders curving smoothly to tasteful dress, complimenting her breasts, smile appearing, appealing... but her eyes are like mine, searching, longing, pasting myself in her eyes, I close them.. envying the image in the mirror, praying to see her when I awake. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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