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Dec 2014
I press my lips together
Making perfect lines
Staring at the mirror
My mythical self shakes out her silver language
and laughs at my vain attempts
to make people love me
a goddess with sultry eyes
my reflection claims to be
but it falls off
as soon as I leave
I really like my reflection, but it stays my reflection and doesn't become me
Elioinai
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Elioinai  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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