Ode To My Muse
And then I
sit here squeezing
my soul like
a lemon in the
frantic
attempt to pour
my juices
out and distill
them in few
concise
drops of relief
Shivers shake
me in waves of
self-awareness coming
from your disconcerting
mirroring while I rattle
verses
out in a stream of
concerned consciousness
To your enchanting
complexity I owe
what binds
me to unravel
my thought
patterns with a strength I had
never
known before
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