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Another day where the alarm clock rings
and through his daze he almost forgets to turn it off Shower with lots of steam still feels cold against his sleep-ridden skin he stumbles across his bathmat and wipes away the fog only to see that in the mirror there really is only his reflection. Clouds hanging far too low allowing for no warmth penetration the wind always hits harder these days and all hair styling goes to waste as she passes by a tinted car window she stops to look only to see that in the mirror there really is only her reflection. One looks into the eyes of the other and see that is it really only their reflection and suddenly it just doesn't matter anymore. 3-27-04
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