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Am I Pretty

What is beauty? Or is it that I should be asking instead, Is this not beauty? You standing there, while your face makes me wonder - What is beauty? I suppose, I must think you are, Beauty, that which comes to me as revelation. Evidenced only by an irrational knowing, Not that you ask me to be captivated by you, But that I do anyway.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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