You were never my muse,
Despite the effort you put forth
you made pages fall blank.
Your sirensong passes
through my ears and delves
into my soul like a flight of Furies,
corrupting, estranging, smashing
me against the cliff side.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 11:52 AM UTC
You were never my muse,
Despite the effort you put forth
you made pages fall blank.
Your sirensong passes
through my ears and delves
into my soul like a flight of Furies,
corrupting, estranging, smashing
me against the cliff side.
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