reflection say as I polish Worktops, my hair frizzes in soft focus, scrub these stainless steel spoons in which these cheeks fatten, kitchen window telescopes a thin, Sliver, a cartoon alien stares back, big eyes blink back flashed through decorative glass mobiles. All aspects. How can I go out When I look like this? I’ll […]

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