My beauty collapses upon the mind,
In doing this, my beauty collapses;
For the skill offered by some stagnate it,
Keeping a bountiful objective in view.
To be harmonious I supply instincts,
Loosening knots so proud of innocence.
This beauty concentrates in cells
Inside us, outside us and many times extinct.
Length of stay on this world is terrifying,
Following madness of achievements that array.
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