Comments about Marlee XXY
I don’t care, and my face shows it.
I know what I look like, hair that doesn’t care if its curly or straight, eyebrows that don’t know whether to point to China or Zimbabwe.
I’m not a mirror kisser, and my face shows it.
I don’t need to analyze the cherubic innocence gracing my cheeks, the contradicting acne across my forehead, to know they’re there.
I knew you once, eyes that don’t know what color they are, hair much the same.
I guess you never really cared, face.
I guess you’re a lot like me.
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