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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Something beautiful, something ugly Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole; The monster is feeding and swallowing hope. It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold, Us down by our throats and it will never let go. Something beautiful, something ugly; Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me. Let it go and rise once more! Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth. Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat, As strangers meet; They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover. After walking alone down barren streets, With no knowledge of what it is we should seek; Until we find a love we have always needed to discover. Something beautiful hidden beneath; Something ugly, plain for all to see. Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty. Misery is surely ugly; Bitterness seeks the incomplete. Wondering how to become complete; Lacking good will, detesting humanity. Something beautiful, something ugly; We are human. Words are used without dignity. Something beautiful, something ugly; We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves. Destroy the fiend you call your friend; Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help. Something ugly, something beautiful; The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people. Age is a thief; time is not your friend. We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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