Beauty

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Beauty
Flickers
In fluid form
For incandescent
Seconds
While I
In mesmerised
Stupor, seek
To immortalise
In memory
What I should
Have learnt by now
That beauty
Can’t
Be.
Yet still, with
Impetuosity
And a fools folly
I reach out
To touch, to hold
To gaze, while
Beauty flicking
Across his face

Smiles, knowing

My desire

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