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Aug 2020
Lost in the empty crowd,
Searching for your eyes,
Questing for sweet recognition,
A face to call home.

β€˜In spite of its romantic frisson, the position of muse is very vague and largely thankless for the muse herself.’
- Katie Roiphe, In Praise of Messy Lives
annh
Written by
annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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