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love-should-be-free

Published: Jan 13, 2010

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Pretty face,
Beautiful body.
Fresh look,
At the turning age.
Surged eyes,
Sleek hair.
Completely perfect,
Minds all the same.
Bubbly thoughts,
Fake emotions.
One goal,
To be in control.

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I wrote this in admiration of the Uglies, Pretties, Specials, Extras (c) series by Scott Westerfeld. I loved the series and this is just a little poem about them, haha.

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Fae-Oaksdaughter

Aug 21, 2017

I don't mind being brainless...
it's willfully CHOOSING to ignore others' sufferings
that wounds His heart

and makes me cry in my sleep

Even pretty eyes look pretty bad
when puffy bruises line them

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