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Mar 2016
You caught me then,
Watching you in bed through the old mirror
While I lay on your chest.

What I didn't know then was that you were as unreachable as that reflection in the old mirror.

Just an idea.

Didn't know you would become just as intangible..
Just as elusive...
But wasn't it wonderful?
Joliejoliesara
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