Beauty is ugly
leaves falling off the trees streams cutting down the rocks deer running across the field thunder rolling in the dark sky wind swishing for the call of rain The show a beautiful sight for you the actors never know they are playing blood is live and bright on the surface dreams seems real when turns into nightmare glass gets eye when burned into crystals love gets value when laced with hurt , they say there is a thin line between pleasure and pain but is there really a line they say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder but this beholder has nothing but pain in his eyes while beauty fends for its worth.
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