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Oct 2020
what is the weight of beauty
a cloak you can never wear
but only carry
and when they try to take it from you
they can only pull at your skin
leaving your hands holding what you'd rather drop

when your hands
are all that's left
and you deliver beauty your destination
it will finally redeem all your sins
Written by
Kinyo
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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