Vanity, scarce lighting slays the ephemeral calm. Behind the glass—another You. Waiting, dreading your approach, unspeakable diatribe perched at the edge of solvency. Loom mere moments beyond thought forgiveness, ebbing perpetually.
Touch the surface; break the tension. Behind, errant shadows collide in whispers, intoning long-awaited alchemies of self. Are you here alone, together?
In chasms profound lost sympathy corrodes. Anticipatory breathes lapse with ardor, serene breech giving way to...
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