Thoughts As I Look Myself In The Mirror
If it's a choice to be happy
is it a choice to be beautiful?
Will beauty wrap me up in sherpa
and bake me until I'm gold brown
like the perfect chocolate chip cookie,
if I will it?
What is beauty anyway?
Is it even real?
Or will it all just
disappear
with our flesh
as it wastes away
into the earth
it once called beautiful?
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