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Capable of Being Molded
Getting out of the shower
My mirror
It’s not giving
Not even minutely
A loyal pattern of imitation
Just an idea of something else
In my head
I’ve been curated
Not by god
Oh gosh
I can count the cost
My imaginakle representation.
My mirror
It’s not giving
Not even minutely
A loyal pattern of imitation
Just an idea of something else
In my head
I’ve been curated
Not by god
Oh gosh
I can count the cost
My imaginakle representation.
Published 28th Nov 2022
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1st Dec 2022 7:05pm
Ah the mirror, the object that truly reflects. Not just the visual but the mental perception.
Many poets on DUP cast the mirror as an arch enemy or the bane to their well-being.
Aging is inevitable, and from your avatar, your mirror thinks you are the fairest of them all.
Many poets on DUP cast the mirror as an arch enemy or the bane to their well-being.
Aging is inevitable, and from your avatar, your mirror thinks you are the fairest of them all.
