Words of beauty

Sat upon the bench
He thought
And spoke to no-one.
He conjured up the beautiful
With magical words
That did not betray his passion
Or desires,
But were simply pleasing
To others.
Only he knew what
They truly meant.
Only he could
Recall their malignant darkness.
To others they were
Words of beauty
And they spoke
Of fine things.
Yet to all
Who eventually heard
There was inadmissible
Discomfort.

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