I imagine that touching you
would be like touching a mirror
tracing my own picture
inside the heavy frame
Your cold skin reflecting mine
Light shining all around you
but never actually meeting your eyes
never finding your soul
The cool surface on you
would make you out of reach
so smooth under my fingertips
leaving my senses blank
I would be afraid that I'd break you
and hurt myself with the shards
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