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beauty Sleeps
dreams in innocent state
kind of sheltered
in her own world

beauty Lies
tangled in her web of endless ropes
she waits and hopes for me
to find an end to tie a knot

beauty Dreams
in black and white
"life is beautiful" she says
as she washes her hands, again

beauty Fears
for the just in an unjust world
steps out and in for another
and i can for her