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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