Seeing Nothing


Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
yet those elegant eyes,
Once gentle and loving
turn cold and evil now.
Still
They look upon a beauty such as before
masked by conformity and compliance.
Oh, how acid leaks!
Beauty once lied in the eyes of the beholder,
but the beholder is no longer free.
The beholder no longer sees.
The beholder is blind...

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