Lost Muse
Emotional funeral for lost relevance.
Days, nights, years of abuse, and misuse.
endured nightmares as apprentices.
With the utterly shifting views, this is confusing.
Yet, nothing is grander to me than this existence.
I would like to chase it after being oozed.
Beyond gaining affection for my muse.
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