Beauty

What is a face but a gathering of bone?

Do not call me beautiful, do not name me your own

There is no meaning to the utterances you give

You grieve me with compliments, your endless digress

Instead-

Speak to the dark what you would speak to my flesh.

It cares more than I; and it judges you less.

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