I’ve heard of beauties and beasts
Got an image of fair and fairer
Seen them in those shows
Where we all awed upon their gorgeous
Tripped, enthralled in their sways
Owned, ‘doesn’t beauty deserve everything?’
Dead, they never meant it, they just couldn’t stay away
Yet whenever I sat before that mirror
All I ever saw was nothing
At least nothing worth their eyes.
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