Oh how beauty is enslaved
enchained by gazes
and by amazes
it's passing
through all doors
before her voice
is ever heard
it hurts
in passing by
in passing by
in eagerness
to walk up right
and keep uptight
what might, what might
how long the night
how hard the day
Oh mighty my
ye little people! !
For all Beautiful people who succumb in loneliness;
'Beauty is a flesh eating flower
which lusty eyes it shall devour! '.
Madrason mo 27 10 2014
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