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Beauty


Beauty.
 
Is that which cannot
Be obtained;
 
Pale,Curvy, Rich;
Skinny, Straight, Sick.
 
Beauty?
In the eye if the beholder?
 
YES!
Satan Loves what he sees 
As you try,
In futility,
To immitate the screen.
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VredJ7
<div><i><b>Beauty.</b></i></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><i><b>Is that which cannot</b></i></div><div><i><b>Be obtained;</b></i></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><i><b>Pale,Curvy, Rich;</b></i></div><div><i><b>Skinny, Straight, Sick.</b></i></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><i><b>Beauty?</b></i></div><div><i><b>In the eye if the beholder?</b></i></div><div>&nbsp;</div><div><i><b>YES!</b></i></div><div><i><b>Satan Loves what he sees&nbsp;</b></i></div><div><i><b>As you try,</b></i></div><div><i><b>In futility,</b></i></div><div><i><b>To immitate the screen.</b></i></div>

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