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Her hand reaches out
As his pulls away
Grasping air
Grasping nothing
“Don’t…”
She whispers
Desperation near
It glares back at you.
Shows your flaws,
The impurities on your skin,
The faults across your face, and even
The pollutions of your mind.
When you think no one sees,
The mirror does.
