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Aching to understand beauty
For I see none,
In my days
My passing gaze
Has not come across beauty.
Lost in the haze
Of bodies entwined.
Our terrible knowledge
Left unkind.
We are weak
Temptatious little things
And I use words
With no meaning
To express the expressionless
That lies so dark
In the haunted hallways
Of futures and monotonies.
Twisted little lies
That tell the present
Who is going to die.
They corrode the knowledge
Of every open door
And break across thresholds
Into your heart’s home
They wield the weapon
The greatest of all.
They hold the truth.
That is all.

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