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My Muse
My legs complained.
My body weakened,
While my mind raced.
'The search is not over',
It said.
I unlocked each and every coffin again.
I flied to and fro, to and fro again;
Along the dark corridor of memories.
I open the wounds,
Went through the scars.
I called her name,
Only silence called back.
I looked under the bed,
Under the blanket, under the veils.
She was missing,
My muse was gone.
She took away my means;
My feather and my pot of ink.
She tore all the sheets.
She made a mess of everything,
And everything was pink.
Sadness has left.
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