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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.
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.
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