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Aug 2016
wake me from the dead
my lover
for my heart yearns
to beat
and my hand yearns
to write
I am nothing without a muse.... A hollow shell, going through the motions, floating lifelessly
Nicole Alyssia
Written by
Nicole Alyssia  Greenwich, CT
(Greenwich, CT)   
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