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I wanted to be yours,

I wanted to feel you close. 

I didn't just want to be friends,

I wanted to be wrapped up in your clothes. 

Now that I am yours, 

Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart.

Rosalind, laughing alone among beauty. 

The mirror was laughing at her,

Behind her, looking straight through her. 

Rosalind left and discovered writing.

tiny rectangular black hole

sucking us all in

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