Lisa Adajian
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Sometimes I wish I was
as tall and thin
as the 5 o'clock shadow
projecting from my body

Sometimes I wish I was
so beautiful that
they wouldn't be able
to take their eyes off me

And sometimes I wish I was
an astronaut
looking down at the world
so tiny like a grape
I could squash it between my
perfect fingertips

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