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Catching my own reflection  from the waters beside the boat, I recoil in consternation at the expression that I tote. I recall the dull echoes of the things I used to do,
My love for fashion wildly grows, For everytime I walk into a store I cannot help, but buy more clothes; I shop, and shop until I snore. Blouses, skirts, and pants alike,
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