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The first muse
She was always picturesque in the garden
and the bright pop of colour amidst the grey city
In his words he tried to capture her beauty,
with objective distance, where she was ardent
She coaxed out something within him,
reignited the flames where the chandelier had grown dim
She soothed the heaving seas of his fears
and knew how to brush away his tears
With a firm but intell...
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 10:45 am
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