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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,
