so i actually enjoyed my birthday weekend.
it had a surprise finish and everything, and i loathe surprises.
she was like a ghost from my past.
haunting me with her unparalleled beauty.
in her presence we were all first runner up, running away from,
her eyes- made of mirrors-
projecting grotesque images of unfamiliarity.
depictions of a lesser kind.
so, as she baits her eyelashes,
we momentarily escape the harsh reality.
hoping for an out-of-body experience.
allowing us to exchange bodies,
even if they only grant us cinderella restrictions
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