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Nov 2014
It looked me in the eye,
I stared back,
"Are you not afraid of me?" it said,
"No."

"In fact, I was waiting for you"
"Were you?"
"Rid me of this pain, this agony"
"Why?"
"I have no love. No heart. I am heartless. It is a curse. **** me"

Then the monster started crying.
And stole my breath away.
Written by
Beatrice Prior  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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