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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Thursday, 1 January 2015

The mirror

Portraying our "perfect imperfections,"
often helping us idolise ourselves,
as we worship our bodies like slaves,
bowing to what the body now craves;
a fallacious image helping us dig our graves

For the selfish ways in which we behave.
unsatisfied of our God given beauty,
yet what's on our plate is what suits thee.
Ayeh, the mirror reflects a rejection of inner duty,
of accepting that we are "perfect creations." 

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