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The Cost of BeautyYou wandered down that midnight path
With eyes blacker than the air itself.
And for once you stopped and smelled the city fumes
And knew that there the darkness creeps
And tears off the lace from your morphed body
With crazy breath and a satisfied rumble.
It leaves you lying on the graveled pave
Pink dribbling from your wooden corpse,
For that's the cost of beauty, my love, for that's the cost of life.
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