true narcissist

my swagger splits blades of grass.
my fingers tip tap the keyboard.
my lips kiss the bottle.
my nose inhales the powder.
my ego shatters the mirror.
my smile infatuates the crowd.
my eyes stifles your soul.
my wardrobe induces asphyxiation.

myself
my self
my self sees
my self recognizes you;
you are me.
lucky you.

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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