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    Mirror Me

    Do you feel 
    stings of bees?
    While I’m hurtin’ 
    you smile at me

    and just shrug ‘em off, but they’re landing on my cheeks
    The way you mirror me

    Poison me 
    and you will be
    obsolete, 
    ‘cause you mirror me

    I know what you see, when you walk without me
    The way you mirror me

    Milky skin
    is blistering
    from within
    Paper-thin

    We’re lying so close, paralyzed from head to heel
    It was good to be back, but you won’t be staying here
    You fly away, but your sting is in my skin
    I‘m crying your tears, but the world will never hear

    The way you mirror me

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    Young Aesthete

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