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Beautiful mess

You remind me of loss Regret and scars You look like No

Taboo on your forehead Desire in your dimples

Does your tongue taste like gold? I am not curious, just worried The bodies you turned to stone Many hearts you did not want to steal

You didn't mean to be beautiful You would trade it for peace Your insecurities mistaken for arrogance You really don't want to be this beautiful