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Poet's Muse
My muse, she's gone
Leaving me in a dry place
Words they still come to me
But so empty and sharp
They hurt like barbed wire
being pulled out of my mouth
I pray she comes back
And my words flow again
like a forest spring
Leaving me in a dry place
Words they still come to me
But so empty and sharp
They hurt like barbed wire
being pulled out of my mouth
I pray she comes back
And my words flow again
like a forest spring
Published 12th Jun 2017
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15th Jun 2017 4:33am
It is always painful when the muse is gone! Hopefully she comes back to you soon.
16th Jun 2017 6:38pm
