break it
i have been in the presence of great beauty.
not a beauty admired by media moncloberates
or, disemminated in stills.
but,
Beauty
wise and witty,
wicked when wanted,
wanting, just wanting to be
beauty
heavy coming,
understanding fully
the core
breached, burn-ing
down
to the ground, leaving only
the real, the unclean
beauty.
2 comments:
I hate poetry.
if i didn't know this was a guest blogger, i'd think it was olaf
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