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In Spoiled Beauty

Through relentless gravity we plod onward
carrying the weight of humanity upon weary shoulders.
In the distance, yoked with mortality, winter cries out -
restless for the glory of spring to recognize perfection;
both in spoiled beauty and the ragged sameness of eternity.

In Spoiled Beauty

bowlofstars

Joined January 2010

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