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May 2020
My ever changing mind,
Which was bestowed upon me by God,
Is an unfinished product,
Full of as many cracks as chiseled edges.
My unrecognizable reflection,
Which is composed of a momentary
Glimpse into a facade,
Shelters my conscience from the truth.
Marissa
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Marissa
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