What she is
A woman in the mirror?
Or a mirror in the woman?
Woman and mirror
Are one and the same.
They both long for
Another one
To show their knife
Within them.
No butterfly
Can stay there
For long.
No color can
Spread light.
Each one is there
To invent.
Each one is there
To yearn for a burn.
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