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Beauty is found in the eyes of love
often reflected in act , and touch
are the words, those two
Radiant Beauty becomes your name
forcing my hand , trembling breath
language has no words for you
degraded by Lovely
insulted by Gorgeous
Beauty fails only as description
I have no word for you, so I give you my Kiss
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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