Can you see it over there, shimmering?
Get a little closer, you’ll see it for what it really is.
It’s just a mirror, a very clean mirror.
The image looking back
is blurred and distorted.
There’s something missing,
a pixel here, a pixel there
Black squares mark pocks in your gorgeous face,
and you’re no longer you.
Another day you’ll have a new chance to clean it all up.
Smooth the lines, the curves, the almond shape that your eyes should be.
down, down, down
You’ll never be as beautiful as you really are.
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