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Beauty Crowds Me Until I Die

Beauty crowds me until I die,
It is what defines and destroys me,
Both poise and grace, both fear and sorrow,
It is what I see, hear and smell,
It is what I taste, breath and love,
I am both disgusted by it and intrigued,
It is my lover and freind and enemy,
Telling me lies, whispers and false accounts,
Speaking the truth and stories of hope,
It lives in flowers and in weeds,
In the living and the dead,
You can hear it in the wind,
You can hear it in the breaking wave,
It will set you free,
It will imprison you,
It is pleasure and pain,
It is rebirth and death,
It is everything I could ever wish for,
It is what will bring my end,
Beauty crowds me until I die.

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