Mirror Me
Pointed nose , wrinkly clothes would ...you impose ? Smile off white pointed towards the light that looks just right . Gleemy eyes blue of sea , there is a pimple can't you see? Frickle here frickle there , can some move my hair ? My selfie is you see not bold and very pretty . No Sasha Fierce , no Queen Bee all you have is me . No filter here , no filter there people may stop and stare . This is me naturally and thats all it will ever be .
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