Broken Reflections of a Mirrored Life

The BeAuTiFuL liar tells
BeAuTiFuL lies,
fundamentally grotesque
once beauty dies...
Only to leave an empty shell
where grace once dwell; will
ultimately become one's own
living hell


This place is like an ever
changing canvas of individual
likeness of a carefully created
painting. Precisely put
together yet seemingly
Confusion being embraced
by glorifying ignorance
with foolery; as if Mona Lisa
painted the Davinci
of a stereotypical judgment
being that of a mirrored

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