If I get more pretty, let me tell you what I'd see. The reflection in the mirror would shimmer with a new-found glow, like a star that twirls and dances in the midnight sky. My eyes, once dull, would now radiate with an inner fire, a blaze of confidence that would mesmerize those who dare to meet my gaze. And my lips, kissed by the sun, would curve into a smile that could light up the darkest corners of any room.
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IF I GET MORE PRETTY
PoetryAs the words flow from my lips, envision a world that embodies the transformative power of beauty. Picture a vibrant scene of a sunlit room, where a mirror hangs on a wall adorned with dainty flowers. In its reflection, a young woman stands, her eye...
