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Aug 2017
I awoke a typical summer morning,
with the clock on my wall marking past twelve,
the sun on my window reflected brightly on my face,
I could feel the acid in my stomach slowly burning,
making every bit of saliva in my mouth hard to swelve,
taking away from my appearance what I have left of my grace.
Slowly I dragged my aching body towards the bathroom mirror,
and resting my palms against the sink I simply stared at my reflection,
scanning my scars, my messy hair, and traits that no one will notice,
slower than steady my eyes start getting clearer,
and I begin to pay attention to all my perfect imperfections,
and the fact that the things that make me beautiful,
are the ones that nobody will ever see,
nobody but me.
Daniel J DeVille
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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