Muse's bloodA Poem by SorenPoems are driven by the life one's liven Passions in rivers pour under an emotional door Through a pipe in the brain to a stopped up drain Feelings in ink fill a paper sink and much more Out of this caisson to an overflowing basin Here the drip is slow, although the level is low Muse's blood on the floor drink deep a sip of gore Know, life's poems continue to flow
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