Mix up
Plastic mirrors show my vulnerabilities without exposing my true frail instability,
Soft wood shadows a strong foundation without giving way to the idea that this magnificent silhouette could be so weak.
I am powerful with emotions as-it relates to my life, loves and desires. I am desirable as-it relates to shallow fixations of lust and lovely indiscretions, I am street wist to my own demise because I find easy eyes profiling my goals like a disease chocking the freedom flooding my mind.
Watermarks of acceptance stain such experiences, and creates subtle difference between arrogance and confidence,
Notice this price tag around the superficial image of this emotional, aspiring fag-hag of the self-confidence I had! ... I've become chilled to the bone over the dressings I own, selling stock of ignorance.
Common sense is not so common and just the idea of this irritates, crumbles and flake the intelligence I had hopped to regurgitate on my next birthday... acknowledgement of this, hits me like a cupcake kissing the love-handles most of us hate, but with age have come to appreciate.
Mixed freebased bashfulness, longing for my very own acceptance, mixed sensations as I am chocolate-dipped fan- tastic mixing too much air for this asthmatic.
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