He is Beautiful
Only just awake
Eyelids full of sleep
He is tired, yes,
Tired and sick
Sick of everything
Sick of people
Sick of living
But no time to think of that
No, time is wasting
Risen from bed now,
At the mirror
Little pats of vanity
Here and there
Donning a little green dress
And a lovely shawl
Already out the door now
But
He is
Beautiful
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