For years
You were my muse- love
Now freed from you
My thoughts no longer
waves crashing against bodies.
My muse may be loneliness.
I’ve yet to decide,
which letters I shall burn
Since I’ve left your wake.
Awake from a dream
where you came to me
and confessed mistakes-
Wishful folly-
but I wouldn’t say a fool.
Rather a struck string
snapped in half and replaced
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