Just a short gaze on the old mirage mirror,
Wiping it so it would be clear and my eyes will see the whole me,
To wonder how God created the magnificent parts of my body nose, my lips, my eyes, it looks beautiful,
When you hated yourself, yourself will also be void,
Remember it's a blessing that cannot be paid of synthetic things,
This made you, this are pleasure.
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Poetrythese are my random poems about everything that were made of impossible diamonds and soft gems resembled as a realness of my poetic cloned emotions. whenever i'm busy handling my deep dive under the sea filled with stars and stripped of happiness a...
