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Welcome to Heartbreak

He sang, illustrating my sadness
Drawing a mental image I did not want to see.
The music gave me no choice,
It showed me how distraught I really was:
My face fragmented as if by Picasso
My corpse weak and pale as if by Bacon.
I was sick and the worst part was
I kind of enjoyed it.

He produced an auto-tuned blueprint of my heart.
It didn't seem hard for him.
Childhood traumas were unlocked within 30 seconds...
I was completely de-constructed within 4 minutes.

A true artist,
He painted the picture my eyes couldn't see -
Only for me to hear it.
He spoke words my heart couldn't say,
He asked questions my brain couldn't think of.
Again I hit replay
and he sang
"Welcome to Heartbreak"

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