You, My Dear, Are Pulchritudinous

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Cleanse the scars on faces,

from their inner rain.

Cleanse what's left behind,

by these demons in their beautiful guise.

Rebirth everything,

let us start again,

let us write our story anew.

Wash away the past,

of which you became crestfallen.

Wash away the memories,

that writhe the mind.

Forget everything,

start over,

let us make this right.

Disremember those words,

of which they so unethically screamed in your ear.

Bethink your pulchritude,

and breathe every breath with aplomb.

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