Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of us all?No, don't answer that
I already know
true, her lips aren't
Red as Blood
her skin not
White as Snow
her hair not
Black as Ebony
yet for what I see
there can be nothing
as beautiful as sheand when I look at her
I wish that could be
me
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.