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Muse
The girl, you see,
Was hiding,
Beneath layers of intentions.
Whatever kind of intentions, reader,
Is quite irrelevant.
But there she was hiding,
From what, she will not say,
But it took me forever to find her,
And still she refuses to talk.
Listen to ashes_twisted's advice!
If this is what happens when your muse refuses to speak, I can't wait until she begins to whisper ;-)
Envious.
There's a nagging in my head.
A tormented hounder.
He's a pester with a holler.
I try to attempt to calm him.
It's of no use though.
The persistent bother.
Ah, envious of your quiet.
Try kicking her in the head next time.
It just might start a riot.
=^.^=
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo