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My Muse Cuffed And Collared!
A razor slashes at my heart
you have no talent your
work isn't art.
Demons speak to me with razor like teeth
telling me i'm damned
live in the land of the dead.
You're a mad woman who speaks
from a twisted soul
I have a flush you better just fold.
Stop writing and flee from this site
the DUP is for real writers
my demons bite.
I'm doubled over from each slash of their blade
the pain inside twisting me in knots
should I do as i'm bade?
No I say with much resolve
this is my home
I love all those who stomp these grounds.
So I will ride on
write on wait for my muse
to return i'll see him soon.
When he's done worshipping
at other's alters
I will once again have him in my bed
This time cuffed and collared!!!
you have no talent your
work isn't art.
Demons speak to me with razor like teeth
telling me i'm damned
live in the land of the dead.
You're a mad woman who speaks
from a twisted soul
I have a flush you better just fold.
Stop writing and flee from this site
the DUP is for real writers
my demons bite.
I'm doubled over from each slash of their blade
the pain inside twisting me in knots
should I do as i'm bade?
No I say with much resolve
this is my home
I love all those who stomp these grounds.
So I will ride on
write on wait for my muse
to return i'll see him soon.
When he's done worshipping
at other's alters
I will once again have him in my bed
This time cuffed and collared!!!
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