Distortion

Sat, 11/02/2013 - 15:05 -- kymw777

Every inch of exposed flesh

Distorted by the image in the mirror

Can't you see you are perfect?

Can't you see you don't need this?

All you see is baggage

All I see are bones

Come to me, my love

Let us just sit

Let us just eat

One meal of solace

And don't give the food a fleeting moment of thought

Because you are so beautiful

And you do not need to change a single thing

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