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Purified Time

No comparing you to beauty so conventional,
for your spirit transcends all which came before.
Ordinary flesh conceals the chaos in your skull,
what makes you special has made you sore.
From deep down within has your sorrow purified
time begets the wisdom painting your foolish grin.
The regret. Every lonely tear you have you cried
is forgiveness, washing away your sins.
All beauty in the world exists to place you
Above your sacrifice. Beyond the painful cost.
Loveliness itself places you on a pedestal,
pain has found you, dear. You are never lost.
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