Beauty

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Beauty
That which escapes my grasp
Beauty
All that I know, still not enough
Beauty
Two syllables that cast a division spell
Beauty
Splitting humanity right in two
Beauty
I hate you
Beauty
Forsaken my thoughts and my spirits
Beauty
That which gives nature its power, and yet gives none to me
Beauty
May I rest my head on thine shoulder
Beauty
Destroy all that I have left.





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