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Brittle, self-reflexive
our reflections introspective
You: the image that you see
when your gazing turns to me.

We've trapped ourselves within the silver
bright kaleidoscope of lies.
Numb to feeling, still we shiver,
bonded by these glass-edged ties

Lost contentment gone elusive
as the kindness turned abusive.
Sated only by the lack
of all we once reflected back.

You lost you and I lost me
in our precise projected scene.
Reflexes tainted, selfish.
What we called love just brittle selves reflected.