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Gaze into the mirror  At that beauty standing thereNo mar upon perfectionA visage pure and fair Smile a mouth that curves in glassReflection in the eyesFull form is that caught staring backDeadened, yet alive Passions build without restraintNo halt to those desiresNo holds barred now evil deedsThat feed untended fires Flesh becomes the canvasBone is now the frameTrapped within the portraitCursed to bear your name How blis...