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Beautiful
“Beautiful,” I whispered
to the reflection gazing back at me
in the mirror, and her eyes gleamed—
radiant, as tears flowed down,
touched by the pure sincerity she felt
from my words for the first time,
when I whispered, “beautiful.”
to the reflection gazing back at me
in the mirror, and her eyes gleamed—
radiant, as tears flowed down,
touched by the pure sincerity she felt
from my words for the first time,
when I whispered, “beautiful.”
Published 8th Feb 2025
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