honey this is
look he says
look what i have written
can you not see the poem
in my eyes see
how they glow as they cry
i
yes i
wrote this
the muse my doppelgänger
the mirror my silver backing
fullness is now emptiness
i have to write another
it’s alright
this is me
this is how it is
how it always will be
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