Beautiful people surround you
(your perfect circle has no corners).
Words rise up from your soul bathed in beauty
(the ear is home to hammer, anvil, drum).
Your brief life is purposeful and gorgeous
(your oiled bones only dance at the joints with muscle).
You exist eternally in swallowed tales
(you feed your own stomach with stories).
Beautiful person, be who you are
(be the hidden and be the found).
Be the illusion of reality and the reality
(for fantasy feeds the real world).
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