100 Proof Muse
By Myndstorm
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The words are so foggy
Billowing like cigarette
Smoke almost there
And then…
Distraction is everywhere
But mostly in my head
Filling in where inspiration
Used to be. I miss my muse
Who burned and fired words
Like bullets straight and true
There was nothing I couldn’t
Put to paper when she whispered
In my ear and kissed my lips
She radiated passion, promise,
Poetry overfilling me till I was
Left with bloodshot eyes and
Headaches as the morning broke
The spell, but now she’s gone
Behind a door chained with
Cold hard truth shining like
Ice in sunlight.
I could do it without her
Sultry voice and warming
Hugs. Words are harder
To get but they exist
Outside my muse’s power.
They exist.
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Straight from the heart,I
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Good stuff, yet again; more,
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This has bags of potential
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Yeah. I kind of agree with
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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