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Being
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2001 Beauty falls beyond the seams
More intricate than the pulsing heart
No senses of the unseen
No sound or taste to hold
Grasp as matter
Knowledge lies
Deep in the cavaties of my mind
Where cobwebs clutter my conscience
Makes me what I am
Not face
Nor skin
Or shaky dreams
But a crying soul
Who is much more
