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Nov 2018
my finger tips hesitantly touch it
smooth and cold
it was covered in dead skin cells and dirt particles
I rub the dust off of it
hoping somehow that would
revive the reflection in the mirror
that once was myself
mirror mirror on the wall
Chrissy
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Chrissy  25/F/London
(25/F/London)   
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