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The Blind Behold Beautiful
What is beauty to the unseeing eye?
Why does it seem to contradict?
The beholder beholds, the beholders conflict.
Are other senses true while the eyes lie?
Listen... to the dawn arise, hear the birdsong.
Feel... the cool, naughty slide of silk on your back.
Breathe... in the sin of aged Italian cognac.
Taste the deep savor of meat smoked all day long.
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Crystol Woods
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