I don't have a story to tell.
But again,
The mirror lies.
The smile is sparkling at my lips,
And my eyes are speaking
A language beyond my comprehension.
The whiff in the air
It is not my scent,
But it smells familiar.
I am again staring deeply
At the reflection on the mirror,
But it is not me.
Your purple cold soul
Is laughing back at me.
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