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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. †


 
nikkimoe
Written by nikkimoe
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