Our love was a reflection of a reflection

I stood in the reflection of the beauty, i let it reflect on me.
i put on her make up. It was the closest I can get to those eyes.
I took her photograph and left. Just to turn around halfway, to see her at the window.
waiting for me to clean her make up… the mess i had made.

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