enemy

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enemy

i am staring at my greatest enemy
blood is pounding in my ears
her reflection is soft and sweet
the source of my misdemeanors
aware of my mischieviousness
she claps her hands
i try to do the same
but i failed.
she dances gracefully
lifting her hands up in the air
i followed.
smiling to herself
i frown subtly
much to her dismay

reflection.

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