Pale Beauty

Nothing can be compared to your pale beauty

Not even the full moon,

Once jealously watching you with me



My love for you, expensive

My wallet empty

My mind full



At a corner I squat,

Thoughts remaining

With bare feet on icy floor



Three days with ugly people,

Pungent and dirty

Claustrophobia.






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Beauty in the eye of the beholder...

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