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MY MUSEMy words proclaim the enigma of me, subconscious, soul searching soliloquy. From the hidden archives of my mind, in images and shadows, mysteries I find. Words manifest from unknown places, in trance like illusion, many faces. Personified expression in black and white, sadness and joy rendevous in the night. My muse invades the night and dawn, but with full sunrise it is gone. It reappears once again nocturnal, reborn in a dark, midnight tribunal.               Sleep in unknown until the muse, is satisfied with stark reviews. I find repose ‘til sols' first glare, and find cryptic words written there. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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