And I had looked on beauties before
all golden and white.
And yet she was beauty's own bearer
a thorn among belles
a gnash in the land
Dark, coarse hair,
blemished skin.
No buttermilk voice,
curdled cream skin.
For all beauties have cream complexions
she is no exception.
Those prominent eyebrows,
deep,
heavy set,
power.
I had to look
to go on
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But anyhoo, this reminds me of a song that has the same kind of theme.
On the streets, such a sweet face jumping in town,
In the staff when the verdict is in,
In a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world,
Cause Andy, you're a star,
In nobody's eyes but mine.
Unless I misinterpreted, which is possible. Did you write this?
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I wrote it while waiting for my astronomy class to start, so it's "open for interpretation"
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