We saw you
We saw them
It came to a point
Not out of anything
But sheer determination
Hate in the form of envy
Is impotent.
Reflecting on you now
I remember reflecting you
When you stood saying nothing
While you heard all said
Me not knowing
Such the nature of power
Something to make me look good
Highlights, low lights
To take off the glare
Not powder, naturally
Maybe we need to make up
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