Eve
Sweet and cold, we can't read any feeling of redemption in her eyes.
Proudly, impudently and fixedly she looks at you.
Nothing less, nothing more.
No mercy, no bravery,she stands up in front of you face as she will do in front of her mirror.
Sliky,liky, glossy as her reflection in the mirror, as magazine page.
So close and so distant, she never can get it.
On one side, there is us, the others, on the other side, there is the facade, smooth and clean as can be a glazed paper.
Side by Side.
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