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Compared to a ship I have come to be
Upon a pedestal for all to see

A mask I wear to hide my mind
To the intellect I have the boys are blind

The suitors gift I have come to know
My eyes and hair are all I show

Can you not hear the inside me
Can I not be who I want to be

The passing days will be too kind
When skin wrinkles like an apple rind

Then we'll see who truly cares
No longer imposed by greedy stares

Oh beauty of skin is a fleeting mate
A blessing or curse it seals my fate


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