Beauty

How I cut out
those stray and lipping words
from your belligerent mouth
by my sharp clippers

and kept you
Away
from your self ego
that was
Deluding me for eons
The falsity of your
Transient beauty

Now
I can reprimand my ‘self’
How could I not have been so cold
in filing the nails of fingers, and
Keeping it more beautiful and clean

How fresh and scented, are
The nimbus of thy light
Beauty, as nascent, as being born

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