In the borrowed junction of time,
your heart embraced mine,
like it was forever…
and now,
no longer enslaved to time,
I hold your hands in mine,
and our heart knows,
it was, is, and always will be,
forever.
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Borrowed Reflection
And now you stand,
in front of your borrowed reflection,
competing with yourself,
again.
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