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Beauty in the eye is blind
knowing what is unknown lies inside
to think a forbidden thought is how you mend
the stolen nights when you were lead to sin
to change yourself
Beauty can change
It's crazy.
There's this thing:
I possess, I implode, I am u t t e r l y surrounded by some Great-Gentle Sway.
The Eternal One.
Sustainer.
Peace-Maker;
Drifting in a languid landof singing prairies and crystalline lakes,I wander toward a jeweled tree, radiant sapphire and ruby in a halcyon dream.
Crying, alone, and forgotten,
Abandoned by all the world,
A little voice inside me screamed,
But I ignored the call,
Another minute or year went by,
I find it hard to tell,
