my lover, almost everyday of our time together, has told me that I am beautiful, goddess like,
fucking exquisite.
so, this morning, I looked into the mirror and tried to see his seeing.
this morning, I looked in the mirror and saw how I could be beautiful
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consciousness means we must choose
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