Reflection Perfection

He was the kind of man
Who could not pass a mirror
Without admiring his view
His hair was always styled perfect
His teeth bleached sparkling white
Not a blemish on his skin
It was the kind of looks
That took money to accomplish
But his nacissism kept him isolated
As he could not share a spotlight
But he was never lonely
He had his favorite company around
Himself.

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