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Reflections in Midnight Lace
Shrouded in shadows, she stands in grace,
Black lace tracing her body’s embrace.
The mirror holds her in its quiet gaze,
A silhouette wrapped in night’s soft haze.
Her curves whisper secrets the dark can’t keep,
A gentle tempest, awake from sleep.
Eyes meet the glass, a world untold,
In her stare, the night turns bold.
Threads of silk, like whispers, entwine,
Marking the space between shadow and line.
She is the echo of midnight’s song,
A fleeting vision where hearts belong.
The mirror reflects, yet keeps her apart,
A woman, a shadow, and her hidden heart.
In the quiet, she claims her place,
Eternity bound in midnight lace.
Lenttile ｋ
