put her down,
they said.
she is not real.
they sought her secrets
within her.
they found her heart.
they told me much
about her heart.
cut her up,
they said.
she is not real.
I remembered her joy.
this is not her heart,
I said.
but they laughed,
derisively.
they learned much
about her heart.
gazing on,
with their eyes
of flesh.
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