She
She
like me
Has beauty
You can see hers
Mine is buried deep
But her skin is a veil
To hide all that lies beneath
A treasure trove of wonderment
Her thoughts, ideas and words she speaks
Unworthy me; with thoughts and hopes for you
Hope that you find yourself a way forwards
That you turn your hand back to your art
look no more to play such a part
with people who only hurt
Corrupt and then destroy
Beauty they cant know
Which you still show
Even though
All you’ve
Seen
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