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A true beauty is never forgotten It stays in the covert closet of our soul unattended spoiled rotten while we go outside build millions of buildings burn millions of trees A true beauty is always instantly sold for a price too big for convertibles but too small for make-ups When girls put it on something is changed something is lost in a split second We are touched but eternally never moved A true beauty could be as untangible as a sparkle in the air we laugh but we don't know why Once I thought i had found it during a fight with a dog in a dark alley Another time when a girl said no but looked me in the eye for so long i forgot who i was In an apocalypsed world the true beauty will finally reveal itself Survivors keel down in front of it the chosen ones crooning chanting relishing their reward For that moment we understand the value of death and eternity then a million ****** in the remnants of civil society in everything that glowed every corner that denied every discourse that faded to reminisce the passing of a million trees For that this unforeseeable future I'm grateful To sift through a million false beauties tortured convoluted i'm still looking waiting for the sign a sign concealed in that minute dance of wrinkles on your face a dance that contains a million years of evolution and some day somewhere in that divinely lit shopping mall of royalty of ancient colours of trivial romantic tragedies you will see me after seeing a million others you will be touched and moved and time will forever pause for us for i have found it the sign of a true beauty in your glimpse
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
True Beauty
A true beauty is never forgotten It stays in the covert closet of our soul unattended spoiled rotten while we go outside build millions of buildings burn millions of trees A true beauty is always instantly sold for a price too big for convertibles but too small for make-ups When girls put it on something is changed something is lost in a split second We are touched but eternally never moved A true beauty could be as untangible as a sparkle in the air we laugh but we don't know why Once I thought i had found it during a fight with a dog in a dark alley Another time when a girl said no but looked me in the eye for so long i forgot who i was In an apocalypsed world the true beauty will finally reveal itself Survivors keel down in front of it the chosen ones crooning chanting relishing their reward For that moment we understand the value of death and eternity then a million ****** in the remnants of civil society in everything that glowed every corner that denied every discourse that faded to reminisce the passing of a million trees For that this unforeseeable future I'm grateful To sift through a million false beauties tortured convoluted i'm still looking waiting for the sign a sign concealed in that minute dance of wrinkles on your face a dance that contains a million years of evolution and some day somewhere in that divinely lit shopping mall of royalty of ancient colours of trivial romantic tragedies you will see me after seeing a million others you will be touched and moved and time will forever pause for us for i have found it the sign of a true beauty in your glimpse
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We are soldiers of TV Benevolent, hardy, loyal And ready to die and live a life For actors, singers For slogans, propagandas For the rich who preach For the poor who shame For faces, make-ups For a modified image We are soldiers of a box A box hiding Up in the sky Deep in the ocean Further in the forest Maybe captivating god in his rawest form But we don’t know We are just watching To see where this life goes
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Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
We are soldiers of TV