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An artist needs a muse Like how the suicidals need the noose Feelings feeding the fears And fear feeding the tears Round and round Its how the carousel the goes Never really getting anywhere The choice is yours to get on Like how the poet chooses his quill But what you pour on the parchment Can never be choreographed Cause the heart will bleed on its own accord So spoiler alert to the suicidal artists Your muse will be your noose.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
Spoiler alert
An artist needs a muse Like how the suicidals need the noose Feelings feeding the fears And fear feeding the tears Round and round Its how the carousel the goes Never really getting anywhere The choice is yours to get on Like how the poet chooses his quill But what you pour on the parchment Can never be choreographed Cause the heart will bleed on its own accord So spoiler alert to the suicidal artists Your muse will be your noose.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
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