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To be placed in black lace, wrapping around my figure like a hug from a lover. 
Day dreaming out the window, as if the glass can act as a mirror.
For any mirror can be a portal, sending me to the other world.
A world filled with magic, with wonder, with you. 
Lace isn't meant to last forever, prefilled with holes only begging to grow.
Much as the lust thats dripping through the threads.
Leading my temptation to wonder further, and pass through the mirror.