What Hate

My eyes burn into hers

The beauty of her vanished

Like a fire with blow

The good was now gone

It was hard to know what she had been before

She started to look like this.

But beneath her tattered clothes

Deeper than her bruised skin

I still see the true her

My clear hand through her rumpled hair

She smiles, a frown torn in two

And she is no longer blue

She whispers, "A New You."

The End

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