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Love for the Undead

A vampire doesn't show up in the mirror.
I adore this knack for anti-matter,
Confuse one lover with another.
Was it the swimmer with kleptomania?
Was it my best friend's fraternal twin brother?
A man on the lam casts a flimsy shadow.
Being substancless has its virtues. 
For me, true love is nine parts water-
guys I chat up at the Quick Stop counter-
more transparent than it appears.