I have become
a caricature
of myself.
I splash paint at the mirror before me,
trying to match its beauty.
I am a dove
gathering fallen feathers on the moss,
trying to fashion wings.
I am a fish wearing swim trunks.
I have become
a caricature
of myself.
I splash paint at the mirror before me,
trying to match its beauty.
I am a dove
gathering fallen feathers on the moss,
trying to fashion wings.
I am a fish wearing swim trunks.
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