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I know where beauty’s secrets lie.

We dance to whispers in her bed.

Dismiss, resist the fears that I

might be misled.


I know where beauty’s secrets fly

with fairy wings around my head.

And in the sky, we wave goodbyes

like newlyweds.


I know why beauty’s secrets cry.

She seals them up when she instead

should loose the thread that keeps them tied

to senseless dread.


And to her secrets I reply,

my heart has burst from what you’ve said.

The pieces rise like butterflies

that I have bled.



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