In the mirror, you seem flawless
but the faucet turns, the water pours out,
the scent of clean lavender and orange fills the air
and the dyes run, swirl together, disappear down a winding path

Look up, and remember that was just a fantasy
you're here now and you look like yourself again
so you go to bed, questioning your beliefs and perceptions

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