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"I'M A GOOD WRITER" I STATED

AND ASKED FOR TRIUMPH AND FAME

THE UNIVERSE GOT FRUSTRATED

WITH THIS VAINGLORIOUS CLAIM.

 

IT THOUGHT TO TEACH ME A LESSON:

GOT ME ENSLAVED BY A MUSE,

WHO IS A CURSE AND A BLESSING,

A GIFT I CANNOT REFUSE.

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SHE GUIDES MY PEN ON THE PAPER,

WHILE PUTTING THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD.

THERE IS NO WAY TO ESCAPE HER,

ALTHOUGH SHE'S DRIVING ME MAD.

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HER WHISPER RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS.

HER CRY REFLECTS IN MY BEAT.

WHILE SHE BOTH FILLS ME AND DRAINS,

WITHOUT HER, I'M INCOMPLETE.

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AS SHE DECIDED TO NESTLE,

ONE CANNOT PULL US APART.

SHE USES ME AS A VESSEL

TO EVERY PAGE OF MY HEART.

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I CANNOT LEAVE HER OR FIGHT HER:

SHE STOLE MY SOUL TO ENGRAVE,

BUT IF SHE MAKES ME A WRITER,

THEN I'LL BE GLADLY HER SLAVE.

© Copyright: Maria Shamkalian, 2017