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Mar 2018
Behold this refined reflection
Of chaos I've collected
Over a million-odd moons

Reload this fog and smear
Squeaky streaks in glass where
Fingertips became brushes

mirror mirror on the wall
make my lips fuller
cheeks hollow
nose small
and eyes long
for nothing
may distort me now
saige
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saige  22/F
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