Monsters

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The monsters of men.

The undoing of me.
Ripped me open.
Tore me apart.
Petal by petal
And only then
Did they smirk.
Left me opened
And hurt.
A black
Hole
In
My soul.
An open wound
Hemorrhaging.
I,
Devoid of heart.
Wrapped up neatly
And put away.
Dreaming I was
An untouched
Gift
From another world,
Who
Might
Be
Discovered
Another day.
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