Dear Muse,
You owe me a journal
Loads of love
Forever your poet
x
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In the midst of my racing thoughts
I find you
Like a haven of tranquility
Steady and intoxicating
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lunchtime… and I’m craving to taste you
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If we ever met, would it diffuse the magic I feel?
Or would it become even more magical?
Fragile and Strong 