Poem called everybody loves a narcissist
(from a line by Stephen Rodeffer)
Oh look at me! Aren't I glorious
for you to behold. My hair
as sweet as bouganvilla. Eyes
like stars in the crease of night.
Skin as soft as rose petals,
blushing just the same.
Love me. Don't you love me?
Please, love me.
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