Day one
She started again,
Ana was beautiful, and a long lost friend.
She stood right behind her,
They looked in the mirror
Perfection was far, and that was overtly clear.
So Ana had whispered,
"Don't worry my child,
I know that you've been,
quite lost for a while.
We will work, and remind ourselves
what perfection is...
but it starts right now, get onto your knees.
Beg for forgiveness for treating me wrong,
let your eyes grow glassy to the tune of my song."
She wept and she went to count all the divots,
The dips and the curves, and the disgustingly noticeable
Imperfections.
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