Art
You saw me as an object,
You made my life abject.
You didn't see me as a full blown person,
A whole human.
You wanted to ruin me,
To imprison me.
I was art
And you didn't even have a heart.
Even in you I saw beauty,
Even now, for you, I feel pity.
If only you had some heart,
If only you could appreciate art.
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