you entered her world angrily,
all flashing eyes & flying fists.
but she was addicted: your
rare smiles were honest & passionate,
your kind moods beautiful.

she needed you, she thought. because
she was bland, boring, ugly. & you
were beautiful, unpredictable, inconceivable.

she gave you her pride,
her naivete, her hope.
glass gifts - she was so young.

but you took her in the palm of your hand
& crushed her. she is dead.

to the world, & to you:
dead, dead, she is dead.

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you have killed this girl
& left a new one in her place