from the mirror
Bonjour, bitch, I thinks you danger…
but you stand and looks at floor
cause I broke your mirrors door
Say me, how you live this years
how you produce all my fears,
say to me, you feel a shame?
spy on me through mirror's frame?
what you saw? what understands?
your fate now in my hands
what of punishments most danger?
what you thinking, doppelganger?
give you name and left live here?
you looks feared, my dear…
let me hug you, now you see —
how painful — just to be…
Let me hug — and cry together…
Now you know, what mean "forever"
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