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A female strides into view
I mimic her movements
She strokes her black hair
I observe and do the same
The girl twirls in her dress
I take care not to stumble
It's a gorgeous red gown
Worn by her… and me
Her lips are a bright red
I grin with the same color
She reaches out to me
As I copy, we almost touch
If not for that cold glass
The barrier between us
But soon, it shall shatter
Her mother calls her away
I step out of sight
Not that she notices
After all
I'm just a reflection in the mirror

Right?

Prison of glass no more

by violetpetunia

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