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when did the mirror break? a different angle for every mood sharper lines and harsher truths jaggedly cut through the glass same stripes up my sides personal lightening storm down my shoulders and thighs when did the mirror break? when did fat stop being a feeling and more of just a state of being?
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
when did the mirror break?
when did the mirror break? a different angle for every mood sharper lines and harsher truths jaggedly cut through the glass same stripes up my sides personal lightening storm down my shoulders and thighs when did the mirror break? when did fat stop being a feeling and more of just a state of being?
Copyright 5/18/17 by B. E. McComb
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
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