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The Whispering Muse
Torn from the moment,
each page sorely ragged
whose ink has long faded
but memory bound
The story is telling,
its magic eternal
inside it awaits us
-a treasure unfound
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
each page sorely ragged
whose ink has long faded
but memory bound
The story is telling,
its magic eternal
inside it awaits us
-a treasure unfound
(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)
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The Whispering Muse
The Whispering Muse