The Beauty of It Hurts.

The Beauty of Of It Hurts.
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it breaks my Heart
and touches my soul
at the same time you
know?..

One of those bitter
 sweet things...like
walking through a
Field of Lemons,
and licking the Sharp
Side of a Peppermint
razor Blade.
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Something that Should
Be Beautiful..but The
Beauty Of It HURTS,.
because the only way
you can TASTE it again
is IN YOUR HEAD...
and the head is truly the
poorest substitute for those
Everyday Smiles on
a Familiar face, or
Hugs you Never gave,
because you were
too afraid they would
make you look Lame
in The Eyes of Hard
Men with the Apparent
Strength to LAUGH
at EVERYTHING.
(even When it carried
The Stains of Sad
Disgrace.)
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Sorry..Everything I say
is coming out like a Poem,
because My LIFE lacks
Poetry, and The World
Inside of Me is comparable
to an Empty Novel lately..
that people MIGHT have
watched if it came On T.V.
(with fake breasts and
machine-guns in every
scene. )

Lets Face It!..
(Said the faceless
to the Unfaceable.)
But when the Face
is a BROKEN CLOCK
staring coldly back
 at you who can Win?...

when Devils
Shake the Faith of
The Once
Unshakeable!!

You might as well
Face It!!

(It's always going
to be Lemons and
Peppermint Razor
Blades All Over
Again.)

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J.Stephen. H.