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Reflections
Stolen glances in mirrors
we flash smiles like whispers
The joy of the hunt
which makes it even more blunt
Like a phoenix from the fire
Two complete strangers with intent on delight
How could I justify this moment
Feeling an knowing its not right
Guilty pleasures of sin
over an over again
Relationships can be scary
like finding out shes married
scrambling to make sense
of this blasphemous plight
I might as well keep it pimpin
she was mine for that night.
