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My ugly face

I can only look at myself, when my eyes are closed.
My fucked up eye, is no longer exposed.
No reflection repeating in the mirror.
With my eyes closed,
My beauty becomes all so much clearer.

Such peace can be seen,
After toking on my green;
But I must open my eyes
And see the real me.

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