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  • She’s staring back at me

    Her face soft, her hair fallen dead around her

    I can see her heart beating faster through her shivering skin

    Her full lips trembling

    She lifts her unsteady hand to wipe away a tear

    She is quiet – too quiet

    I try to say something – to ease her pain

    Not a word leaves my lips

    I shudder as I see dark feelings unfolding in her forever changing eyes

    And after for what seems like hours I finally get up to leave

    At the door I turn around to see her one last time

    Only to find nothing but an empty room with a mirror hanging from the cold wall

    a single chair in front of it

    And as if it never happened as if I never met her I take my leave

    Away from the girl with the eyes that are shaped like her soul
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