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You can stare into a glossy surface, water stained but, you can see what you strive to see  a reflective pool rippled with a flash  the corners of my lips lift  with yours. An eerie imitation 
Crystal rose, You reflect light so beautifully, But how does it feel to have petals of stone and not of felt? To hold no fragrance, To not sway melodically in the winds’ breeze, To only be a sturdy copy?
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