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The Beauty
You can think,
You have time to think,
But you wouldn’t blink
When there’s a beautiful thing
Because
Beauty will run
Back as soon as it comes,
For you to be safe, uncursed
It will fade in the darkest of gulfs
Because
Darkness shines
More than the bright skies,
It engulfs everything that tries
To outshines its seas of hidden lies
Just like
There shall be I
Be everyone’s but no one’s mine,
So, I’d be cut in half and dispersed alive
In their hands but no one would dare, get me back to life
And
You can think,
You can help me rinse,
But you couldn’t help him
When you faded like a beautiful thing.
Copyright ©
Ken Suwan
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