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Breaking Beauty

It’s only a reflection
I see worse
With more scars
And less of your
Artificial beauty
With more bruises
And less of your
Attempts to conceal
The works of art
I have created
On such an empty canvas
You met me before
The seven years
Of misfortune
After taking out your
Anger
Wondrous
Wondrous
Anger
On your mirror
Even through
All that broken glass
All that blood
Magnificent
Magnificent
Blood
You can see your
Hideous self
Still slowly
Decaying
In every smiling moment





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