There they were, standing in the mirror
Conjoined flesh, rhythmic heartbeats and breath providing the background music
She watched strong hands covet her flesh
Whispering lips on her ear filled her brain
The reflection a most magnificent sight
But alas it was art imitating life
The image was untrue
She had looked into reflection of an actor's eyes
And what can the mirrored eyes of a pantomimist provide
Little more than a double portion of an optical illusion...
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