Beauty
I have Beauty?
No.
Beauty has me.
Skin glistening from the sun...
Sun spots on shoulder and chest.
So hungry but there's no appetite.
I do not purge to stay fit.
Retorical sense anyways.
Insults seem to cut and scar.
Compliments like lotion.
Sit on the surface, and sweat away in this heat.
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