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it's wrong to want to kill your muse? drown it like an unwanted puppy bury it deep, somewhere in the desert where essences rot, decomposing the way they left your soul dry arid dusting with the tumbleweed wherever the wind decides to move you then SMACK, stuck on the grill of a semi barreling on through

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 9/5/2013 6:43:00 AM
You're #2 on the Best Poets New today... :)
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lori hopkins
Date: 9/5/2013 4:13:00 PM
HOLY COW! wow! thank you! :)
Date: 9/4/2013 10:17:00 PM
A tumbleweed as big as the front of my car blew across the road right in front of me coming out of Mesquite at 80 MPH... right into the grill/hood... and my muse did nothing about it ... the car wash people didn't get the remnants of the tumbleweed out either... so I feel your pain :)
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lori hopkins
Date: 9/5/2013 4:17:00 PM
muses are elusive little buggers, like time. and you may be finding remnants of that tumbleweed at the most unexpected times ;)
Date: 9/4/2013 5:47:00 PM
No it's ok. I have buried a few angels because they couldn't understand my cause. Great poem. Love the imagery. Especially the last line!
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lori hopkins
Date: 9/5/2013 4:14:00 PM
excellent! thank you ~