Beauty walks threw the vast crowd,
Her head held up defiantly proud,
As she walks by, people stop and stare,
What lies on her skin that is mostly bared,
Why a corset that laces her skin,
Smiling faces, then turn grim,
Pierced through flesh and tied with a bow,
Is it art or mutilation put out for show?,
As she walks they part like the sea,
A prettly little girl with the name Beauty...
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