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Medusa
Tyler Drag
Poor Medusa.
She’s all alone.
She had a lover,
But he turned to stone.
Now, he’s a statue
And no good to her.
So, she walks away sadly
And leaves him for the birds.
She’s starting to feel lonely
And even slightly cursed.
She thinks, “what’s wrong with me?
Truly, I’m hurt.”
“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.”
Then she remembers
Her responsibilities.
She still has a little one
And smiles nervously.
But, she can’t help but wonder
What could have been
If this fateful romance
Never began
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