“A Figure Of Flaws Or A Frame To Flaunt?”

It was a pale crescent evening, With the pace of wind increasing, As the curtains fluttered and the window kept thudding, She wrangled with the gales, but managed to shut the whamming. She came back, sat facing the mirror with despair, And the mirror then questioned, “what is it love, that needs to repair?” She …

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