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Dec 2016
Darkness sips into my soul when I'm not looking

It flickers like a movie in my subconscious

And projects on the image I see in the mirror

I tried to remove these new filters

These Photoshop nightmares of imperfection

But

Darkness sipped into my soul when I wasn't looking

It flickered like a movie in my subconscious

And projected on the image I see in the mirror
christina smith
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christina smith  Orlando, fl
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