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Jul 2014
I have never aspired to "art".
But this passion tempts that word.
L'Inspiration: she was poetry in motion,
a sad song, to which I dared dance.

A ghost lingers, the muse returns
to gift me with this beautiful pain.
Written by
Miguel Quixote
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