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Sep 2013
Beauty: they say, is a perfectly crafted thing a small dose can throw us into a spiral of bliss.
That small piece we are allowed must be spread out evenly across the whole of our lives. We must treasure it when we have it, and when it disappears be thankful for when it was here.
Although, if we take it for granted, or take it all at the same time, it will not last.
And we will be left broken; for we are so fragile in comparison.
That small share we are given, if taken all at once, can be dangerous. Thus; leaving some broken hearted, perhaps permantly.
And those, who take it all at once or are unfortunately handed to them, are due no more beauty.
And stay sad forever.
Elizabeth Evans
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Elizabeth Evans  Leeds
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