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My Muse

I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected 
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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