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beauty
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the way the fabric of her tan skirt falls across her waist
dark brown eyes that are so disturbing to meet
that i must look away
and belie my intentions
and the smiles
god her smiles
and the wind-tears that run from the sides of her eyes
to dry and flake in the cruel night air
as she probes for my heart
and receives no acknowledgment
but an akward fleeting glance
and a few hinting words
when i would love to take her in
to wipe her eyes
and make her my friend
my new love
to hold
to share thoughts
to share happiness
to pass the time
to crush my loneliness and discontent forever
she is the epitome of beauty
the face
and matching heart
and i am so infatuated
and recoil with heavy heart
when i see them together
or hear her muffled laugh
through the thin wall
that separates us
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guitar_FREAK
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can't you see???
beauty is everything
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silentbob
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She is beauty
She is everything
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birdmad listening to the smithereens
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...and sadness
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pralines&cream
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I realize it's everywhere, in everything, in ugly people, in tiny worms, in song - in song!!! oh very much in song - in your face, yes YOUR face!!! You're reading this right now (beauty's in YOUR face too) - in bedsheets and sunshine and light winds and the smell of nailpolish.
Beauty is a sight, a smell, a sound, a feeling, an appreciation above all else. The world is beautiful to me tonight. It's simply beauty.
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is simplicity
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DammitJanet
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The delicate woman may think her bitter love will crush the luscious goddess beneath him for an eternity, but would worship her beauty like a thousand raw tongues, drooling drunkedly, with a symphony of sweat and blood.
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Jarec
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what an irritating idea, it causes so much pain to those who arent deemed to have enough. everyone is beautiful, in their own way
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kerry
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i am listening to 'Pink Frost' by the chills. pink_frost is beauty. and i used to use blather_red as some kind of confessional. i dont have a confessional anymore, my journal gathers dust under my bed, my notebook is neglected and feels suddenly and sharply immature, 100 pages too small to hold me but i dont know which word i would begin with to describe the way i feel now.
12 hours of sleep is too much and i never want you to question my feelings for you.
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nom
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it's not a crime to see all the beauty
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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