Love them for who they are, not for what they look like. Sincere request.
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Enchanted by his lies
Her eyes forbade her from the truth
Disillusioned by the mask
Of a temporary youth
And once it all washed off
She was no longer in his arms
He could only see her wrinkled skin
But not her eternal charm
She'd loved everything he was
But he'd only loved what was outside
And now that she's grown old
He'll look for a different bride.
~27/07/2017
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Desolate
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