Beauty?

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Beauty is as beauty does; a room with a nice view
And as the ballet dancers leap, the blood pours right on cue
Their slippers fill with sweet crimson as they fall down on their knees
And evil grins form their mouths as they laugh out their living pleas
Their knotted hair begins to break and falls into the floor
As their crippled hands begin to clap, begging beauty for some more
Their lovely leotards are rotting from the inside out
What a gorgeous room this is; is this what beauty is about?





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