Beauty Free . . . .............

Her lips are glistening;

Mine are inflamed.

Her eyes are sparkling;

Mine are maimed.

Her skin glows gently;

Mine is raw.

Her hair shines softly;

My fur is no more.

Her beauty's displayed;

I'm hidden away.

The sight of me

Would be too much to pay.

Anon.

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