Reflections of my enemy,
Always singing on the porch,
Humming melodic deceptions as I walk outside.
Her eyes are like crystals,
Prisms of pessimistic anticipation,
Mocking me with a cruelty and wrath I cannot escape.
Creeping into my soul,
And constantly slipping into my nightmares,
Only to wake and discover the reflections are of me.
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