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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