No Beauty

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Blonde hair cascading down into elegant curls,

Blue eyes as deep as the ocean.

Voice like an angle's,

Laugh as soft as a cloud.

Personality blacker than the night sky.

Soon blonde curls become thin and gray,

Eyes white and glaze with cataracts.

Voice old and raspy,

Laugh high pitched and cracked like a witch.

All that is left of her former beauty,

Is a personality as black as the Devil's heart.

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