My muse is gone.
Where will I find my words?
My words are numb.
They are still; with no place to go.
My muse has taken my soul.
You inspire me.
You ignited the fire that is lighted with my poetry.
I am a hypocrite.
I say to myself that I can be without you and I lie.
I need you!
My fire is dimmed.
My muse is gone.
When will you come?
Ivis
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