She stands before the mirror
staring at her reflection
looking like some sort of
crazed harlequin clown
with her runny mascara
and her smeared blue shadow.
She has to brace herself
against the icy sink
with trembling hands to keep
from falling. She's cried
buckets of tears over
losing him. She's all of
fourteen, but in that moment
she knows she's in love with him.
She also knows it's too late...
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