Midas
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She lies in gilded sun
Waiting for Midas' touch
Her beauty is a butterfly
Sweet Summer life
a moment
Here then gone
A beautiful statue
Shining in the sun
Gold--
Everything else has ceased to matter,
To exist
In his eyes.
The damned metal has taken control
Of everything in sight:
Of our once beautiful home,
Of my body,
Of his mind.
