I wonder what my reflection sees in the mirror.
I look at her and all I see is her flesh that jiggles
and is covered in stretch marks.
Does she look out at me from her gilded frame
and see my bright blue eyes and youthful smile?
I wonder what my reflection sees in the mirror.
I look at her and all I see is her flesh that jiggles
and is covered in stretch marks.
Does she look out at me from her gilded frame
and see my bright blue eyes and youthful smile?
I really really enjoyed this poem.
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