i could grow my hair long
and cut my thoughts short
maybe this is where i belong
maybe i'll make this poem short.
i could make my skin glow
and deny your lively growth
maybe we all blow
lies under oath.
But we all looked so happy
without a mirror.
And it felt so sad
when I got nearer,
So I could hold you like my darling
and maybe you will put me on a pedestal,
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