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Hiding behind Mirrors Behind Glass Behind Lenses Cold metal presses against warm flesh Contrasting With the feel of my warm breath Slowly Ever so slowly I pull back the lever Muscles working against metal springs Man versus machine I extend My middle finger -typically a taunt- It now means "I want to capture you" "You are beautiful" Finally, The last lever falls The shutter closes The mirror flips Click.
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Sionainne

[This person was based on fact. Any similarity with fictitious lives or characters is purely coincidental and was not intended for raw consumption. Please spice accordingly.]

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