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Healing the Damage
Under oath, I interrogate your deep wounds,
Staring at beauty through a two-way mirror
You see nothing but flaws;
You build a case against each
Though, with each one,
"Objection, your honor.... Hearsay."
Staring at beauty through a two-way mirror
You see nothing but flaws;
You build a case against each
Though, with each one,
"Objection, your honor.... Hearsay."
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