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A reminder about the 8 million that have broken mirrors.
Submitted:Dec 31, 2012 Reads: 11 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
My, my Distortion
Don't you look lovely tonight?
With your skin-scarring knife,
And the toothbrush that goes down my throat,
The size-two waistline,
And hardly any fat to poke.
Oh, Distortion
You are still out of my league.
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