Beauty
Pay attention to the grace,
the grace is the most glorious gracefulness of all.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grace,
Gently it goes - the lustrous, the incandescent, the divine.
All that is rugged is not beaut,
beaut, by all account is delicate.
A beaut is ethereal. a beaut is dainty,
a beaut is breakable, however.
When I think of the hotness, I see a natural heat.
Now hairy is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the hotness is soft.
Beauty is magnificent picture.
magnificent picture is beauty.
Does the beauty make you shiver?
does it?
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