I see beauty as a servitude to something
That is merely a reminder to what coming,
That life by its own design is a beauty
That is forever inherently, cruel, baby.
An example is her and another
Despite facts that come near
Regardless of efforts to laughter
All we end up doing is only to suffer.
If one thing we can all actually agree
Is that life has more to offer
Than just more reasons for failure...
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