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The Beast | Kartika Mohta (11)

She was perfect 

An angel sent from heaven 

The most rare jewel found…

Everything she touched turned to gold 

She was a women made from the colors of the sunset 

But with every beauty, there's a beast 

A crippled beast 

shattered at birth 

Grown to pick up the pieces 

one 

by 

one 

alone

A beast

Who “had potential” but was worthless

Who “never talked” but was shot down at every breathe 

Who “was beautiful” but was as transparent as rain 

How were they sisters?

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