_Lost in the empty crowd,
Searching for your eyes,
Questing for sweet recognition,
A face to call home._
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
_Lost in the empty crowd,
Searching for your eyes,
Questing for sweet recognition,
A face to call home._
‘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
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