Polish
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished
How will you see yourself in twentyfold years? Will you still shudder at your reflection? Or will you glance nonchalantly at that figure in passing, worried not of your next encounter. Mark this place for the best of your world. The other way is like a crucification of your self as it were
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Sara K. | Year Posted 2014
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