False Muse
fire flies,
light the way.
as subtle hints,
boldly sway.
finger tips,
brush lips.
warm breath,
approaches flesh.
sun felt,
by the break of dawn.
whisper silently,
before it's gone.
a life made,
of brilliant hues.
TRUE
OR
false muse
???
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