Never Look at Yourself in Bed
Tired eyes wiped across a screen
Where all imperfections glow
I see scars
I see black ice
I see two bursting dams
By now I should know that nothing is impervious to glass
My hair frequently collapses under it's own rigor
Yet its death always comes as a surprise
The price to illude to life is high
But this I accept
So I stretch the mouth to paint the eye
And contort the limbs to clear a patch
The devil is in a darkened mirror
And ugly is in the relaxed
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