my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣
broken, without you here⁣⁣⁣
Idealess, I lay in wake⁣⁣⁣
my shadows, they fade away⁣⁣⁣
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my muse, in exile⁣⁣⁣
can I live, for another day⁣⁣⁣
rekindle my passion, over pretension⁣⁣⁣
symbolic dreaming, over monochrome living⁣⁣⁣
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my muse now sits with me⁣⁣⁣
an ocean of words floats upstream⁣⁣⁣
I have no use of anxiety when⁣⁣⁣
my muse, she sits with me

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Art by Vladimir Kireev