A man's beauty is a chiseled form, a strength that's honed and true
A reflection of his inner soul, a heart that's brave and new
His eyes, like sapphires shining bright, sparkle with a gentle light
A smile that curves his lips, a joy that banishes the night
His skin, like bronze in sunlight glow, a canvas of character and might
A beauty that's both rugged and kind, a wonder that takes flight
His spirit, a flame that burns so bold, a fire that guides and inspires
A man's beauty is a gift, a treasure that never grows old
In every man, a beauty lies, a unique and precious gem
A treasure to cherish, a beauty that's a work of art within.
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Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white human brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just overtop the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
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