Break of Beauty

She's beautiful

but not in the traditional sense

She is beautiful

like when lightning strikes the sky

for the sky's wrong doings

She is beautiful

in the way beetles exoskeletons are

when they run from birds

And she is beautiful

in the way she clasps her hands

because she is scare

and she loves me

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