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Who controls the mirror’s reflection,
Controls reality…
For what are we,
but mere facets of cordiality…?

We dip and bow in life’s slow waltz
With graceful, flowing strides,
Yet behind it all, we plot and plan
With ever-growing lies…

The mirror shows our “real world” selves,
Our happiness, our denial…
And through it all, we face ourselves
And show nothing but a smile.


Midare - Anxiety of Soul - Warning: Graphic yaoi! Don't read this if you don't like male/male pairings.