What we have not
Is what we long for
And wherein we find
What we long for
Is what we see as beauty.
The dark to the white,
the slim to the plump,
The bold to the meek,
The lecherous to the modest
Bear better appeal.
No one goes without pairs;
No virgin dies in despair.
01.07.96
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