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I crave for my muse
which has gone to come
to flee once again
it was love, now it's hate
so free, now so bound
twisted, to be freed
a infusion of desire
made potent by lust
for the bitter release
call out now to find
your echo now resounds
I sit there and wait
for inspiration unfound
which comes and goes
given falling from above
or divined from below
where desire rules
over control unspent.
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