Dear Reflection
December 21, 2017
Dear Reflection,
What do you look like?
Your face seems unable to decide.
Your eyes seem to be vaccant, cold pots,
yet often they brim with simmering, shimmering chocolate.
Your mouth seems to be awkward
until it alights with a glinting, glimmering grin.
And your cheeks seem to sag
Before they inflate with a free, felicitous flush.
I hope that you resolve soon
because your indecision is begining to hurt.
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