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you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse
Her
She was a vision of perfection
With a heart as cold as stone
Her features full of beauty
Yet she remains alone

She wears a crown of triumph
But tears, they scar her face
She proclaims her inner strength
With ample fallen grace

And while her heart cries out for love
Her frigid feet won't dance
She's terrified and frightened of
A life without a chance
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