Muse

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If I do not keep on writing
Then the ink will seep within
Causing an inner struggle
Solved only by the pen

The notebook is my body
And the folds create my heart
But without my muse
Then pages are torn apart

The pencil sketches my future
While the book details rest
But without my muse
Use the paper for a nest

Take these words and rearrange
Because they outline my life
But without my muse
The world is little but strife

These sentences they tell the truth
The syntax holds the key
But without my muse
You know nothing about me

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