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Let the Last be First
I glance at the ears, the mouth and the nose
as my unrightful judgement against you grows
I hear your spoken glances,
your hatred and your lies
But my thoughts make me no different
Behind my guilty eyes
I hear your laughter,
and see your smile and your grin
And sadly, the last thing I look for
is your beauty within.
- Susan Sullivan
Used with Permission
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