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My Muse Is Gone

I pick up a pen Writing you into my blank pages. For the words create you To soon as I write who you are I’m cage in the lines you read Showing who you are I can’t believe I lost my muse Everything I want to speak on the behalf of is gone Like how you give a note stated it’s done That our paths Will walk the other way As the dark cloud comes to play.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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