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Apr 2015
I challenge you
To speak as you were writing your last poetry
As you are the street light at night
As you are the reflection on a gloomy wall
As you are the smoke scratching a throat
You are talking to your muse
As you are only your hands shaking it out
Without the perception of self
Talking to your secret fear

The voices will finally sing
That is the world I want to live in
Talking to the muse
An eternity long
Talking to your muse
lara
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     Azaria, --- and Flame Robin
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