beauty does not exist between us
it is not a currency
beauty is not comparative,
a contest or commodity
beauty is not a number,
color, or category
beauty is breath: unfolding
in words spoken, in song
soaring upward and out,
taking up space in the silence
beauty is more than body
beauty does not exist between us
it radiates outward
from what dwells within,
that soft, singular spark
beauty is not a definition
but a way of being,
your being
and mine
beauty does not exist between us
it is not an arrival,
but an awakening
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