verless doran
a beautiful feast
Beautiful people never admit they are beautiful
But ugly ones will admit so, and more
Pouring over every lowly attribute
The grotesqueries and maladies of a careless god
Are known to them like scriptures
And the beautiful people listen to them, and are afraid, I think.
Fearful of this overwhelming self-confidence,
If even in their deformities.
The beautiful people know they are outnumbered.
And would probably taste better in a pinch
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