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2006-02-02

What is beauty?
This thing that men kill for,
this thing that lingers,
long after she is gone.

I only want to be,
free, to express,
me, to be all that,
I know I am.

If I can't bring
myself out of me,
who can? you?
I am so lost,

and so in love,
but with what, with who?
I find a peace,
but it is not enough,

to keep me real,
to keep me full,
to keep me, me.

James O. Stewart

james@kc8onw.net
james-stewart.org
Last Edited June 22, 2009
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