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Forbidden love...
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Medusa
She could embrace anyone,
If they didn’t look her in the eye.
They’d hug her, kiss her, enter her,
And maybe turn to stone.
She didn’t long for them, statues
Of flesh that didn’t mesh.
She couldn’t see herself. Couldn’t pronounce the word Beautiful.
Reflections of affections wasn’t her style
But if even just once she could smile
And see.
Kiss her lips on glass.
To do so was execution
In a broken institution.
She knew from the beginning
That the only forbidden love was to love herself.
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