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Someone near to me said that Beauty is pain. I supose it is but only in that pinched and painted way that women have, and that is just an enhancement (or smothering) of what is already beautiful.
But what about flowers or butterflies or raibows? Meadows at sunset? Starlight? The warmth of love or the way your Grandmother worries about you?
A kind smile? So little of what is beautiful has to do with shoes or girldes; waxing or weightloss.
Ofcourse.. who am I? Just a brooding soul wittling away at the unraveling.
:edited because Matt is dead on, like usual.
But what about flowers or butterflies or raibows? Meadows at sunset? Starlight? The warmth of love or the way your Grandmother worries about you?
A kind smile? So little of what is beautiful has to do with shoes or girldes; waxing or weightloss.
Ofcourse.. who am I? Just a brooding soul wittling away at the unraveling.
:edited because Matt is dead on, like usual.