The Price of Beauty
Beauty without a face
Each morning without grace
No eyes to see the morning sun
To see the light the days begun
No nose to smell the morning dew
To smell each day fresh and new
No mouth to taste the suns sweet kiss
To taste each day, the taste of bliss
Just skin and bones and hair that glistens
Living day by day, forced to listen
To the mornings divine descriptions
Seduced into a senseless inscription
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