What's ugly is beautiful.
The awkward, unsightly and pitiable
bely a humanity
sweet for its innocence,
harsh with its eyes,
that builds the illusion,
insists on its lies:
What's beautiful is ugly.
We become so jaded with the human body in all but our own most idealized forms. We so easily become jaded with human psyche and behaviour in all but our favourite people. We make each other, and ourselves, so very ugly. I'm sure we know better, if we stop to think about it.
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