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The Muse lights her cigarette
It’s 3:33 am
She was confused
Her confession flows
with the cold winter wind
In the silhouette of her
shadow
A dark history has
come to an end

Her body has become a
stranger
Replaying the fleeting
memories
of walking with him
Once upon a time
Once upon a dream

“I know you”
She tells the body of a ghost
where her faith was found

A perennial blessing
sleeps in her hands