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May 2013
This world knows not of true beauty.
It ceases to notice its magnificence,
This world spits at its steps,
Smears beauty’s face with its grimy palms,
Uses its unclean eyes to gawk at it only to call it
Nonsense.
Breathes on to it foulness that rots it at its core.
Its this world that leads beauty’s creator to do its ***** work.
P H Scherer
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P H Scherer  San Francisco & L.A.
(San Francisco & L.A.)   
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   Sahra Maxwell
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