The MuseA Story by Joey Nizz
She materialized to be her in my dream
While I drifted comically about She perceived every sense I had Sight, feel, smell, taste, touch and sound She was my inspiration, my muse Too good to be true too real to be bluffed But alas! All dreams must disappointingly and painfully come to an end.. But I'm in peace again As does the morning sight For I know I will see Her anew in morrow's night. Until we meet again..
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