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HER MESS, HER MUSE

UNIZ JACOBS

Her niche
in her years of yore
A folly fringed
Better a muse she found
into Daydreaming

Her sermonic series spray
As from Mount Sinai
Not a far from the skies
Much a reservoir of hopes
A frown today
A gateway
To smiling tomorrow
Since antiquity

Her ink ripples her voice
Not a laughing serious
Like an ostinato
Didactic undulate display
Fulfilling minds
Mess not a mess

Her diction
A call to addicts
To trace their missing prospects in dismay
Before shadows detach
Let the
Goon groom go guru
Let the
Fiend freshen with a warm heart
Let the
Tamed be transferred to the foyer of famed
Let the
Savage spare the sage as the sage strives Savage recast
Let the

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