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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required #Beauty_in_the_beast A crime scene, I must say Blood stains, all over Death has passed here, I can smell its ouder Right in front of me she stood Paddling through the least, of whats left of her From afar, I could hear her stumbling heart beat Like gasp, from being chased by voracious dogs Her's was a voracious entanglement A part of her, which refuses to let go, Let off her dripping heart, sprinkling blood all over her body I could hear, a low reacting pulse, uncertain of continuing All hope is depleted, she needed no voice to confirm it but her eyes spoken so many shattered glasses of what has been. She keeps saying I hoped he would change, I hoped he would grow up And like the last beeping of a hospital life support machine, I hoped, she then dropped on the floor, lifeless. Love and hope has taken her, who shall look after her children, I neared as I asked, and there she palpitated and asked who are you, to bring me back to life? I said, I'm a survivor of love and hope I leaned closer to lift her up, our traumatic cord locked in our eyes, in there flames were still aloof Like a wounded jaguar, I steadly held my tongue to not rage it further, my trauma evoked, for in there blood was still fresh and stenching ones nostrils, if I be not gentle, I might cause more harm, and put the last nail to this coffin. I saw my similar scars in her smile, my soo not visible teary tattoos on her chicks, something in me died, and resurrected, this is me in a different body frame, I sighed. Her pain, echoed my permanent internal bleedings. Right there in her trauma, I chose to see, her true beauty, I chose to see, her true smile, her long burried and unforgotten true-self. Fell in love with her scars, like they were mine, fell in love with her trauma for I too was a product from there. Saw her beauty and acknowledged it, saw her smile and complimented it, saw her value and illuminated it. I saw her, when she knew nomore who she was, even how she really lookedlike, I saw her, in her beast state, and I chose to see her beauty, still #Poetic_Ink
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