You condemn
The world's shallowness
The 'soul'
is what matters
you say
Beauty is
a construct
you say
It's better
to
supersede
you say
But then
You get an invite
To some gala
or other
and
your date
is
a
slim
tall
tanned
italian
model
of
course.
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