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Medusa
Tyler Drag
Poor Medusa.
She’s all alone.
She had a lover,
But he turned to stone.
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Now, he’s a statue
And no good to her.
So, she walks away sadly
And leaves him for the birds.
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She’s starting to feel lonely
And even slightly cursed.
She thinks, “what’s wrong with me?
Truly, I’m hurt.”
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“I have the worst luck
Again, and again
Or maybe it’s on purpose
And I ruin what I can.”
“Maybe it’s my hair,
The snakes do bite,
Or that idiot Perseus
Always trying to fight.”
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Then she remembers
Her responsibilities.
She still has a little one
And smiles nervously.
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But, she can’t help but wonder
What could have been
If this fateful romance
Never began
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