Beauty

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innocence

The night whispers softly

blowing out the flames

of the envious sun

which wants to know your name

As the calm winds breathe

down my hesitant neck

The prosaic horizon above me

lets me look around this wreck

I lay down and grow wreary

the gushered mind is released

innocent minds grow dreary

beauty hath killed the beast


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