Beauty is Risen

The girl standing and swaying half naked on the corner of the street,
signs a contract to sell her soul to what beauty really isn't,
instead of being defined by the man with holes in his wrists and feet,
the man who looks at her heart, died for her, and forever is risen.
 
 
 
-anna sluder

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