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| The mirror Girl- Stares back at me- with a look that knows too much- And a skin thats never felt the burn- of a soft - caressing - touch She speaks with lips that smile and laugh But never had been-kissed- and cries with careful - countenace that never has been missed- The mirror girl is cold and crystal- hard enough to feel- But who is to say on the other side, shes not the one whose real? The mirror girl is a stoic thing- that does not pain or ache- But while I suffer and endure- the mirror girl mearely- breaks |