Tragedy

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Beauty lies in the eyes of the Beholder.

I am a beast to you. But I am allure to him.

I can be nuclear energy in shades of malice, or

I could be the center of the milky way. You define.


You split me asunder and put me back like I am

An egging puzzle-piece. I am the Sempiternal.

I am Transience. I am anything that you

Give me power to be. You are

The one who can turn me to ash.

You are the one who can rise me again.

I am but clay in your hands. I am the defined.


I am the woman.

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