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The Muse and the Artist Lay beside death, On clean, white hospital beds, Exposed with cruel mercy by halogen lights. Something terrible must have happened, But they were smiling as they were connected, Precariously by a delicate IV wire, And a bottle loomed above Filled with an incredible hue of red, So beautiful That I couldn't fathom If it was blood, wine, or love.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
Blood, Wine, or Love
The Muse and the Artist Lay beside death, On clean, white hospital beds, Exposed with cruel mercy by halogen lights. Something terrible must have happened, But they were smiling as they were connected, Precariously by a delicate IV wire, And a bottle loomed above Filled with an incredible hue of red, So beautiful That I couldn't fathom If it was blood, wine, or love.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
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