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The Beauty and The Liar
Her beauty never left her
Despite the ink that dressed her
The pain she said she suffered
She says she no long feels
She says she has forgiven
The ghosts of both Hell and Heaven
Of past and present
And, says she lives only for the moment now
The Beauty and the Liar
So artfully conspire
As the Beast inside her
And the Belle hid behind her eyes
Dredge the desires
Hidden beneath the covers
Of her painted skin
Her love was like a fire
Pushing rockets higher
Into the unknown sky where
Stories remain unwritten
With spirals of calligraphy
Feathers and quills pressing
Into the inner dressings
Of her skin-bound book cover
The higher that she flew
The world she left spilt into two
Pastures of green and blue
And, cliches of fences and greener grass
The Beauty and the Liar
So artfully conspire
As the Beast inside her
And the Belle hid behind her eyes
Dredge the desires
Hidden beneath the covers
Of her painted skin
And, as the inevitable happened
The final fall toward the cliche, crass end
The predictable light assuredly seeped in
As the Beauty arose in the Liars descent
