Narcissus & Echo

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With your back facing my direction,
I stalk your affection.
I imitated your beloved complexion,
Hoping to be used as your reflection.
You were Narcissus and I was the rejection,
Ophelia's faithful resurrection.
Drowning your perfection,
Love was never the drink of my selection,
It was merely a symptom of our withdrawal's projection.

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