The pool of reflection, my gaze falls like Narcissus, selfish and prideful. I understand that no one can compare, could love quite like I could. Love me that is. A Sappho like desire engulfing my heart, the mirror capturing my best features. Lovers for now, till tomorrow when my own gaze turns dark, my sweetest parts turn sour, and Narcissus becomes Echo. Left to only repeat the melancholy words thrown at her.
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