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Lament for my dear muse

My mind is blank
Without the love of the muse, my gracious muse
Oh, muse
Wake the side with words that flow like dancing streams and standing rivers

Put the demons to rest
They held me so close to the edge
As hell's fire burns so savagely
Ashes becoming my sullen bed
Wrap me in your loving arms
and whisper tender metaphors throughout my head

Your absence is my funeral
I've been drained clean
but I long for those months
When to escape was but a dream





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