Looking pretty done
Man mirrors suck
She saw right through
My liquid stare
Like a flat puddle
Scared of the rain
Full with constant
Fear and overflow
Into or on what?
Catching something
Her sneer delighted
An inner crutch
Nerve on fire
Dive at me
Break our fall
Don't mention it
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