Thing of Beauty.
Object of Affection.
Gazed upon,
By droves of eyes
That break the skin.
Eyes that pull and tug and poke,
Until what’s left is twisted and misshaped.
Chewed up. Spit out. Left for scraps.
And they say,
What a Thing of Beauty, back in the day.
Ā© Shyla Fairfax-Owen
Words & Stitches 
Eyes that pull and tug and poke ā Iām stealing that line. š
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Haha just be sure to credit me š
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