</3 Poem by Persephone Springs

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Every morning she looks in the mirror.
Only caring what he will think
She changes 1,2,3,4,8 times
Finally satisfied, she can leave
But all day, out of the corner of her eye, she can see
See that he isn't even looking
He. Never. Does.

Thursday, December 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: unrequited love
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