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The prologue on the album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT by Taylor Swift

In summation

At this hearing
I stand before my fellow members
of The Tortured Poets
Department
With a summary of my findings
A debrief, a detailed rewinding
For the purpose of warning
For the sake of reminding

As you might all
unfortunately recall
I had been struck with a case of a restricted humanity
Which explains my plea
here today
of temporary insanity

You see, the pendulum swings
Oh, the chaos it brings
Leads the caged beast to do
the most curious things

Lovers spend years denying
what's ill fated
Resentment rotting away
galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued
meticulously by hand
next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets.
Tried dimming the shine.
Tried to orbit his planet.
Some stars never align.

And in one conversation,
I tore down the whole sky.

Spring sprung forth with
dazzling freedom hues
Then a crash from the skylighs bursting through
Something old, someone hallowed,
Who told me he could
Be brand new

And so I was out of the oven and into the microwave
Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave
How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower
Swinging a sword he could barely lift
But loneliness struck at that fateful hour
Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

"In summation, it was not a
love affair!

I screamed while bringing my fists
to my coffee ringed desk
It was a mutual manic phase.
It was self harm.
It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this
poet's face
Because it's the worst men that I write best.

And so I cater into evidence
Mr tarnished coat of arms
My muses, acquired
like bruises
My talismans and charms
The tick, rick, tick of love bombs
My veins of pitch black ink

All's fair in love and poetry

Sincerely,

The Chairman of The Tortured Poets Department

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