Muse
Muse
As I sit here I wounder what it could be,
this blank void of inspiration?
Your beauty eludes the masses,
as your spectral light penetrates my lobes
an electrical energy vibrates my cerebrum.
Do I deserve such attention from such ethereal beings?
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