i saw her reflection
in the waves
and filled my pockets
with stones to find her
i heard her voice
in my mind
and cracked my skull open
to set her free
i kissed her lips
in that moment
i chose her
as my salvation
i gave myself
freely to her
and she rejected me
now i have nothing left
That muse… she can be fickle
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