In love you reflect, Your twin, torn on the innocent wall, Still water and silver, a floating wraith that helps you see as you are seen. An echo and you know, its the little luxuries and some solitude, you ask, but life is a party, and the one you look at is naked, behind his telling mask.
I now see you move, stately, slither past a watchful eye that "moves".
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