I wanted to be sad,
'Cause I wanted to write something about
What is profound,
But is only my mesmerizing idealization
Of life in the way of a movie heart.
So if my ache soul
Has nights like an old time,
Is it to be sad,
But only about what, in the eye, you scream—
Like a Medusa side.
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