Sophie Doomknuckles · Jan 15, 2012
I think your mirror's broken

Ugly, she moaned
as her eyes cloud
and she looks in the mirror at
the horrible monster that isn't her
She sees it
I cannot
I see an angel with golden wings
sigh and preen again
but I long to tell her
You cannot tend to one who is already perfect

 
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