Cut From The Rest
Your beauty defiantly shines,
through the gray painted norm.
Leaving decision no recourse,
nor time to conform.
Demanding attention,
accepting nothing less.
In a land of obscured visions,
you still life's draining mess.
A rose knows not that it is a rose.
Same can be said about beauty i suppose.
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