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Face to Face


Identify the face well.. it has a spot on its left The ears are to small and it has no tone eyes bulge like a stress ball. They say it has teeth but the refer to them as railroad tracks disturbing to the eye How bout that? the face is clear mystique identify at once Like the moon hideous it is faces it gives has it no shame? To be shy? the billion eyes watch its mystique its cryptic way Like your face its beauty it shows the shame it holds true or lie? For the faces do not disappear of shame but of its true beauty that shows all living What it truly is... is beauty, farthest beauty ever seen by unfaithful faces no nothing else will ever hold Its beauty only the darkness and emptiness of lights and heavens will ever see the true beauty of its faces.
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Hulia
The identity of someone or something that can not be put into words because it is different.

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