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Muse

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Published: Feb 2, 2013

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My muse is a shadow
licking at my heels, curled up
in the back of my mind.

#Glory-Be-Project Day 33 and #NaHaiWriMo Day 2

I don't do muses. I don't like them. This was from a library exercise.

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