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Cold glass

She had mirrors in her bedroom
and one on the door
and all the reflections added up to be
someone she didn't have around anymore

I asked her questions all night
but i knew that her answers, they were well thought out

i asked her where her thoughts
as she took off her blouse
and succumbed to her mouth

our hearts filled up with sweat and teeth
i said breathe baby breathe
but my words fell asleep
and fell against reflection