Beauty is neither positive
Nor superlative,
It's comparative.
Beauty is insecure,
A middle-class sentiment
Limits its growth.
I stay away from beauty
As its lack of depth
Pulls me down.
A concept that's skin-deep
Can hold neither the starry night
Nor the coral below.
Beauty is an industry
Not too fair, yet promising
To be a fairytale.
Stay away from beauty.
A comparative degree
Can't reach superlative scale.
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