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the way we appeared
the way we smiled
the way we cried
it was the mirror image
expected,
molded,
constrained,
not the truest version of me
being called to mirror my reflection
so,
we exchanged our positions
only to be replaced by
unexpected version of me.
YOU ARE READING
Sealed Lips
Poetry𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, You were 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.
