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Created on: November 11, 2009 Last Updated: December 10, 2010
The muse never failed
and now she is gone,
no more to inspire,
how can I carry on?
From whence will come
the collaboration
of fanciful spirit
and imagination.
In the midst of ponder
thoughts implode,
channeled from
a different mode.
The muse did not
abandon me,
she facilitates
as an ethereal entity
Emptiness flees,
laughter ensues,
tickling my fancy
amuses the muse.
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