Mirror Guy

by Xenia Onatopp   Oct 23, 2007


He is my reflection,
and I don't know him but,
I want to, upon reflection.

Such pain for a man,
like mine but he is without his fan,
nay I will not attach again.

Will this ever stop and relax,
is God joking with me? Us
Why is he sooo blue?

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