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Apr 2016
My muse, she left me yesterday
Today she came right back
So many words flow through my mind
I simply can't keep track!

I like to take her everywhere
I never really know
Where inspiration might hit next
Or where she next might go

I don't know where she goes, or why
I only know she's missed
I truly only write my best
When by my muse I'm kissed.
Dark sorrow
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Dark sorrow  England
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