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beauty

January 7, 2022
By Anonymous

The first with God’s stolen smile

In her pocket, sharp emerald stones

A golden sheet from her head

Dusting off her collarbones


Her cheeks are peaches

Ripened to a coral pink

The center of a fountain pen

Studies me, dark as ink


Open eyes never blink

Bronze skin slowly flakes away

Red caked underneath her nails

Her hypnotic beauty cannot stay


The author's comments:

It's about a girl.


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