Nobody’s Muse

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How did you know?

How did you Poet

Feel the feelings I had

To put them on your paper,

Utterances of my heart?

 

Did you crawl into the deep

Recesses of my wounds?

Did you sneak into my memories,

Steal the pain you write?

 

I wish you’d taken them all,

Left me stoic and clean and new

I’d rather have no memory at all

Than the pain he put me through

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