Maybe She's Born With It...

 

 

for the gallery, i choose my mask:

when i am LO-FI everyone envies my eyes as green as fields of clover

when i am SIERRA my skin is as soft as cotton 

when i am EARLYBIRD my pallor is masked in summer glow

when i am LUDWIG other girls admire my face as fresh as morning dew

when i am ADEN i radiate golden light

when i am WILLOW my friends tell me that i'm a classic beauty

when i am NORMAL . . . the gallery has no words to offer.

absent of the mask, i am UNREMARKABLE. 

 

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