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I make you visible.
A personality made from clouds of fragile dust,
Trapped. Lost. Because the powder on the skin
Is more important than what's within.

I make you beautiful.
A butterfly among butterflies
Can make a wasp look tiny and plain.
But she has more sting, though it be your domain.

I make you worth it.
Oh Hera you're stunningly cruel.
Ravishing, you believe you're revered by them all.
I am that which you think keeps the others enthralled.

I am only skin deep.
But I live in the heart of us all.
I'm arcane, I am vain, narcissism must be slain,
I am flawlessly imperfect. I am vanity. I will reign.