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Nov 2020
To lower myself to their watch
with their black eyes,
knowing eyes,
would be bad on their part.
There's no love poems,
just eyes and lifeless bodies,
non feeling, not levitating
like you would think.
I moulded myself out of nothing,
they might use me
but I am their muse.
Their Medusa.
Written by
Abby  21/Non-binary/United Kingdom
(21/Non-binary/United Kingdom)   
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