My Mirror
I'm looking right at the other half of me
Fairytale story..
She lives in a fairytale, somewhere too far f
or us to find.
Forgotten the taste and smell, o
f the world that she's left behind.
It's all about the e
xposure the lens I told her.
The angles were all wro
ng now, she's ripping wings off of
butterflies
.
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