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FUNHOUSE MIRROR-pov

FUNHOUSE MIRROR (pov) I am a mirror in which many take place, what you see is not what you get I can assure you it's all fun in games. In the same light that slims you down a different angle at that and now you're round, some I see giggle and share hearty laughs a sensitive youth might cry as they past. It looks like as if I have stolen your height or maybe a twist with all of my might. For these are silly games in which lights bended my shape. In a funhouse or in a circus: my cousins you try to escape. Their lack in humor must make them dull, Because my figment is your fantasy of you being tall.-Maleeeon 11/28/23 10:13 PM

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