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I'm not a muse
Stretching her limbs
around the poet's heart,
Forcing him to melt,
erecting statues
in my honor.
I can be other things
or beings,
But I simply can't
be the end of all,
beginning of something
eternal as stones
in the space or
songs that you're playing...









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