Vanities Crime
What is a body that one should care?
What is this vanity that we humans share?
Why so concerned with our outter shell?
When it is the soul and heart
that make love swell.
My body is broken, not lovely you see.
scares of life now consume there
place on me.
But inside this frame, so damaged by time,
lives a beauty that is beyond all
vanities crime.
There in that place where no eye can see,
I am more then a body, I am simply just me...
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