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I an Not his Muse
I’m not his muse, and I can never be.
No time, circumstance or chance will let me.
After all he gives and gets, loves, regrets,
he remains my teacher and I, the taker.
He is anarchist and challenging creator,
who advocates the belief I have no need
to be seen and posed as a...
Sunday 20th November 2016 9:34 pm
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