New Muse

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You've used the word love

Also the word hate

Been known to arouse

And to aggravate

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Gentle as a lamb

Cruel like a shark

You showed me the light

Cast me to the dark

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Words jumped on the page

Poems wrote themselves

Faster and faster

Filling the bookshelves

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Then it was all gone

Nothing more to say

No more black and white

Just colorless gray

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You're now just a friend

I no longer use

To write once again

I'll need a new muse


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