Seeing Seulgi in the Auditorium
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I see her standing atop the staircase, filled with dread
Utterly lost like a fish forced onto land
She stands there like she has not been all that fills my head
The one who has the secret to my freedom in her hand
Draped in red so bloody, almost a warning
Maybe a warning of Ares; of pain, fear, and tears
Or a warning of Aphrodite; of need, lust, and wanting
Like a beacon she stands, a beacon of my hopes and fears
But warnings hold no power over me, I will play my game
I will take my freedom, even if it breaks her
Ruination, hatred, anger, or horror has she brought when she came
I care not, for it is my exemption I spur
And now, all it is, is that the stage has been set before me,
All I have to do is start the play, in one, two, three...
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