beauty reigns and suffers
every rebuff you can imagine
dragged down by evil masters
it is ill-equipped to answer
but cannot be gotten around
having nothing to do with form
or the instruments of its torture
whose pain is not elusive
administered by nothing but the truth
who casually comes and goes
as if it believed in death
the hereafter or the there-before
the proof of something more
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