once upon a time

Trying to keep my distance, don’t mean to hurt you, blowing up everything out of proportion but – your countenance –

Like a child, looking at the looking-glass, that’s not you. You’re there, holding my hand.

This is you. I don’t know who that reflection is anymore.

He asked me to flutter my lashes, so I did.

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