Wearing Another Skin
Poem About Self-Reflection
Taste me to see — just … go on
and on
and on
She never complained, she just let her reflection take the
blame
left them all hanging
What kind of beauty runs out on all this?
Turn it around and the real issues begin to
weep
the sun of its own accord will keep
running while she keeps
saving the rest
meaning that cautious blink from the corner
of her eye as she turns away from the mirror
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