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Beauty

Cursed with an eye for beauty.  

Shallow like an almost  
dry mud puddle, I feel with my eyes.  
 
 
I will be alone with my memories  
of all the faces I loved.  
Never cared about the heart or soul  
except now I'm getting old,  
the exterior fades, what I want  
won't want me sooner then later.  
 
I could fucking cry.  
 
The shallow mud puddle is almost dry.  
 
 
 
Written by nikkimoe
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My photo of a painting by Michele Flowers. Instagram Creative_ Artistry_By_Michele
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