HOUR GLASS
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Complete, First published May 21, 2015
Hour glass is a poem written 
For 
Beautiful women who are trapped in a shell of timidity, fear, and social acceptance. 

Beautiful
 women who limit themselves because of their size, traits they lack, or past events that society decides to label them with. 

Their beauty is a gift 
A flower that is yet to bloom in the right eyes 
For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
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