Reflections

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And I can see it in your eyes.
The glittering hope of adoration and the rolling waves of despair
blending together like drops of paint scattered on a canvas with no design.
There it is again,
that longing for freedom
rising to the surface like helium filled balloons.
And you are still envisioning life with him
secluded from the rest of the world
surrounded by comfort and invited by reckless abandon.
The darkness cannot reach you there
you are untouchable
and the light reflects in your irises
a mirror image of the person you wish to be.

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