She sees herself in the mirror
Never has she been in such
Big...conditions
She has evolved..more
Grand...
Back...front....back
What is most puzzling is how he
Is blind
Blindly...
Accusing her
For some femmefatale
Seducing men...
To break their hearts...
He...is her choosen slave
And he screams to be free
No femmefatale in a miles
Distance. ..not from this mirror
And out to eternity..
At least
But...still...her heart becomes
Mushy
Has she found true love?

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