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Submitted:Oct 3, 2010 Reads: 38 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
What is beauty,
What is fake?
Is it mere beings who decide,
Or the heavens above?
What makes one,
Flutter,
Glow and shudder in their bones.
What makes their head light,
Their body numb,
Yet their soul free.
We are quacking,
Forsaking and,
Debating,
Our lives.
Embrace your all,
Take control of your,
Sex.
For only the foolish,
Never see beyond,
Never enter beyond,
The inside of our,
Hidden Red Box.
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