my fair suspicious shadow,
where do you live?
beneath the icy cold surface,
does it lay a gentle soul?
is that your skin?
or was it mine?
have it been hers?
after she dies...
it wasn't until
we caught on fire
that the truth reveals
reflection of darkness
a mirror
kills
skin
you alive
your second skin
flaw
flawless
wear the shield
once a woman
you
inevitably
feel
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