A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste

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The mirror is her lover,
The comb her closest friend.
Too big,
Too small,
She throws the garments on her bed.
Soft powder cloaks her cheeks,
Spiked heels jut out her soles.
If only education
Were as important as
Her clothes.





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