I just got out of the shower im slathered in cologne. The depression has no power im gathered but alone. My mirror tells a story but has nothing to say im sure that it ignores me who am i today? I comb my hair slowly it goes down to my back that man there he knows me hell he'll cut me some slack. My blue eyes they rate me am i an eight they say. A new suprise awaits me this can be a great day. Its been said to me that the clothes make the man. But before i even put them on i must be my biggest Fan...
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Author:
Terry dailey (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I foggy mirror seen my soul
- Category: Reflection
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Great write
Thanks Tony
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