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Her words fuel my intoxicated brain Like she already knew that I had a thing for words And though I haven’t heard her angelic voice speak I know it’s entrancing Her essence is arousing Stimulating my mind and body Oh, my body How I fiend for not just someone to hold it But for it to be her In this little time and space... I have designated her with the niche of being my muse

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