Musiklehrer
I've never seen him this sort of mad
But when I told him of the monster
I saw in his eyes something I hadn't seen
Redness that broke up his usual cool blue-brown
I saw also, empathy
As if he knew how much it broke me
Because I imagine things like that broke him
And it proved further that we are kindred spirits
The pain down in his soul was the same as the one down in mine
That is why we do what we do
And that's why I'm so honored that he invited me in the first place
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