The world is just filled with fakes,
People with credit card hearts who buy
Love until they're maxed out,
Expecting to receive a receipt from their
Ex-lover, so they can return it and get a refund
Or exchange him/her for another lover
And hanging on a discount rack, are the people
Who never quite move on,
But even they find someone,
Everyone looks good in something different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Everyone looks good. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.