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I think I can be alone again
If only so I can feel beautiful
Once more
Then when it was only me
I had to make beautiful things
There was no part of me
That was beautiful alone
But with precision and
Careful deliberation
I made the most beautiful
Delicate
Ornaments
A single gal could wear
My jewels and things are gone now
They burned up in a fire
That sprang from the heat
Of a passion
Stupidly called
Love
My beauty was his slogan
He’d say
“You’re so beautiful”
but I stopped listening
because I’d hear it so oftern
If every time I heard that
Phony line
A flower would grow
Well then maybe
I wouldn’t hate him so much
But instead every time
I heard him say it
A seed of resentment
Would be planted somewhere
On my body
And I began to realize
I was happier alone
That fire was fascinating
When it first happened
But everything is ash now
All the canvas and the paint
Is gone
This beautiful home is rubble now
Nothing can be salvaged here
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"You're so free, yeah you were right about me,
Can I get myself back from underneath this guilt that will crush me,
And in the choir i saw a sad messiah,
He was bored and tired of my laments,
said 'I died for you one time but never again.'"
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Byron
