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Nov 2024
From Afar,
I observed,
throughΒ the mirror your beautiful,
porcelain skin had started to crack.

From Afar,
I worried,
you would have no reason,
after reason had turned her back.

From Afar,
I admired the way you poured gold,
in the places you lacked.
JoyBoy
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