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May 2012
Where would I be without you my dear?
My melancholy muse, forever stranded in my mind.
Depressing is the mere thought of you staying here
However, the thought of you leaving destroys me as well

I’m inspired by your shoulders
I clench onto them like I would fall a thousand feet,
If they weren’t holding me up.
Your being inspires my creativity.
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