Oh, poetry! Once summoned from the hell,
your ghost refused to leave. I can’t expel
the sweetest demon who possessed my mind,
my heart, my soul, my daily things, my rhymed
insomnia, my quill and my inkwell.
In time, I put up with the mademoiselle
who settled in my brainpan, but, to tell
the truth, I miss the times I left behind,
oh,...
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