My muse has abandoned me
****** because I called her my muse
She was a jumble of words on a canvas of light
Without her flattering words to guide
I've lost ambition, will and drive
I'm nothing left to my own devise
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
My muse has abandoned me
****** because I called her my muse
She was a jumble of words on a canvas of light
Without her flattering words to guide
I've lost ambition, will and drive
I'm nothing left to my own devise
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