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Beauty Eyed You are trapped Beauty eyed by the beholder's fixed gaze upon you all expectations flushed into you, iron icons strapped to you; you cannot move, can not blink or think, to move would shift the scene and beholder's view would change disappointments, blame all follow. In a strobe shot we are all caught in blind expectations light, but flicker or blink as we must knowing we will ruin beholder's dream, and pay double price at the bar where bitter dreams drink. |
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