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Slowly as raindrops, Sliding down the window Of the backseat of your new car You come to find out that Which you wished never was- On a mirrror, in a store. Merely the reflection, Of that which you desire. In every way he is perfect In a dazzling sort of manner. But in ever manner he is simply A reflection in a mirror. A small taste of happily ever after, Gone before you can even swallow. Before you even know What hit you. Afterwards, life drags on More slowly than raindrop, Slding down the window of the Backseat of your new car. |