She stood there with her cute nose, perfect physique
Once again the mocking, the name calling
The ugly words; freak, dyke, disgusting
Everything of hers- good, beautiful
Everything of me- bad, odd, warped
Who was to know
So shiny, so lovely, so full of life
To fall apart like a moth
From the slightest touch
Dusted her wings off on my palm
She is no more
I never wash my hands again
That bit of her will always be mine.

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