Its beholder nowhere to be found.
If this was the standard,
It sure did make her frown.
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Nevertheless, she did comply,
With the unwritten rules of the time,
As she severed the ties,
Of the union sat atop her eyes.
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A razor and a pair of tweezers.
She was well equipped.
Ready to be a woman,
In a world that favoured beauty over wit.
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And as she plucked and plucked,
The tears sprang to her eyes.
As she cursed the punctuation of perfection,
That never failed to make to her cry.
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Then one day it became a trend,
That union she had once despised.
And so, she decided,
The notion of the beholder was a lie.
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Though it had taken her quite some time ,
She had come to realise,
On the surface all that was left,
Were vacant eyes and an empty smile.
~T.P.M
