Once I sat, I hummed a tune
It was meant to cover the intermission
because my previous poem was an angsty prelude
There was a need for an intermittent duel
So I sat and wrote an interlude

I made myself indulge and create
a poem that spoke into the interlude
to help them not see me as just blue
or try to create or relate to my gloom
So I sat and wrote an interlude

I filled the gap between happiness and doom
I sang a song of being and freeing
Slowly they turned and hummed in tune
Unknown, it was just an interlude

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