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Compensated in words paid in adoration caged by inspiration bound by chains of release To be a muse is a full-time job to be a poet is a curse. Whisper the secret show me how to remain kissing the corners of your mouth To be a muse is the labor of the gods to stay a poet is a drought. You think to breathe you breathe to write you write to make some sense you hope that it will please her When your demise is an appetite the cure is to hunger.
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1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:23 PM UTC
She Starves Me
Compensated in words paid in adoration caged by inspiration bound by chains of release To be a muse is a full-time job to be a poet is a curse. Whisper the secret show me how to remain kissing the corners of your mouth To be a muse is the labor of the gods to stay a poet is a drought. You think to breathe you breathe to write you write to make some sense you hope that it will please her When your demise is an appetite the cure is to hunger.
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Jun 2, 2026 at 10:23 PM UTC
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