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Grey clouds and cold air,
pale flesh, frozen
She is laughing breaking the stillness
can't you hear her
or is she only mine to hear now?
"You're mine my love,
all mine,
what tiny shard are left of you belong
to me."
There is no one there staring back but me
or is there?
My hands reach out to touch
but they meet the cool glass,
of a mirror
like the sky
reflecting white and gray
cold like the sky
and a world just beyond it that we 
find is
completely unattainable.
She is just beyond where i can reach
so close
but lifetimes away.
"But I can reach you,"
and I can feel her too
her touch it burns,
hot like metal kisses
staining white into red flames
a slow form of poison in the disguise
of my own body,
a form of mind
both unacceptable and unattainable to society.
I can't ask who she is
Am I afraid of what she will say?
The clouds continue swirling overhead gray
and indifferent.
Her smile is barbwire in my mouth
and her overtake leaves me
with hardly any memories
was that me or her?
Watching the skyline
slip gray and white and dripping behind 
the stars
piercing through.
She pierces through us too,
more laughter
"All mine my lovely, your blood
is mine."
Inside of all of us they say
is something great but undiscovered,
something that will
make them
remember us,
inside of us all they say is talent and beauty.
I cut deep inside myself and found:
something grotesque,
something horrid,
something monstrous
inside of me is someone else.
Which leaves the question to a perceptive mind
as to which of us is real.
She comes out into the world in
my body
a perfect disguise in this masquerade,
trading me for her and
her for I.
She surfaces to breath and dance deadly ways,
I surface to suffer her sin.
In perfect rhythm we beat in time
with the changing of the sky
bleak and gray
in a perfect two person masquerade.
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