Sparingly...

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A life spent in taking care
of appearances
and appreciation
of beauty as truth
and then suddenly
a question that jolts.
What happens to truth
when things turn ugly?
I feel like taking down
all pretenses and covers.
Whatever lies beneath
hidden to the public eye
is the truth
even though ugly.
In facing it I live
truly
and living truly is beauty.
I have lived
till now
sparingly.