Bright red apple
devoid of scars
such perfection
seen in few
divine aroma
seeps from within
the smell of beauty
provokes desire
spherical flawless
Firm with not a bruise
nor cavity-
faultless
Beneath the perfect blood red skin
lies ugliness first glance withheld-
the garden weed.
the rose's thorn.
and yet who knew
beauty could hide
such ugliness
not i, not you
we are all blinded
by our love of beauty
the want-
to be perfect
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