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"Muse"

Clock hand ticks
solar rays commit
the sheep sleep
eyes black open
the sky lies awake
stillness still invites
ill, no Shepards’ count

fucked up in shoes
glances, nothing to speak
don’t fret (not aloud)
emotions subdued from
under a burial shroud
behind the underground veil
gone without a sound.
Written by _Me_
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