She stands in front the looking glass , bare and naive, complete and bold
He stands in front of the looking glass , bare and clever, incomplete and feeble.
She raises her hand to touch her supple skin.
He raises his arm to grip his wounded skin .
She touches her lips to trace her curved smile.
He touches his moustache to feel the stubble.
She touches her heart to feel its slow pace.
He touches his chest to feel the stone in his chest.
She looks in the eye extends her arm through the looking glass and bows down
He holds her hand , feels like a man and brings her on the other side of looking glass .
She remains naive , she remains bare , she becomes complete .
She must stay on the other side of looking glass to make his man complete.
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