Beauty? ... she was innocent
simple-hearted, unadorned
I saw her once behind the counter
Her smile was tiffany-woven
She loved to laugh
She had a serious side
She was artless but somehow
she deluged the field
She was hesitant
She danced when the spotlight
disdained her
She was better than the rest
and it left her alone...
It's sad to see beauty such a fragile thing
a cry in a curled-up corner of a room
When Beauty beats a man insane
Insanity leaves the heart forlorn.
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