In her misery the muse leaves me cold
Insanity
Letters fall from the blue
Left to hover and drift
Scattered in the unused
Creating's are plucked
Symbolic etching
Voices that silently call
Listen today
Cry tomorrow
Rain
Never has it left
Coatings of black
Starlight in pins of light
Words of thought
Appear in puddles
Voices write for me
You appear
Refracted in shadows
Tattoo
Never mine
Scripted in ravens black
Filigree entwines
Latin
Supple wrist
I lick
Kiss
Slice
With the tip
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