《Drinks For The Soul | Poetry》Of Mirrors:

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My mirror has faces,

A great many faces.

There's one that scoffs,

At the fat,

Running down my back.

There's one that chats shit,

To a better,

Version of me,

And together they pity,

And treat me,

Like an ugly duckie.

The third's the worst;

He's me,

But only,

Perfectly happy.

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