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A poet’s muse

Do my lips taste like poetry From poems that fill my heart, And smell like old pages From books of Sylvia Plath. Do you hear whispers With an English from the Gods, Spilling haikus and sonnets While shredding you to shards. Do the way I trace fingers Bleed ink onto your skin, Where tattoos play […]

A poet’s muse

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