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Perspective

I looked at me
in a mirror glass
and said

Who would ever
love her?
She's nothing
to see.

My worst critic.

You looked at me
in a rainbow prism
and said

Who wouldn't
love her?
She's everything
to me.
Beauty.
Elegance.
Grace.

Why do I look
in a mirror glass
instead of your
star-struck eyes?



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