A poem about the nighttime dance with the muse:
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My peripatetic soul
Me-and-her-ing
In the meddle of the night
Stairing into space
Looking fore
A heavenward sealing
Holing up
Foiling
Oh my
Vega bonding
Only to be
Trolled by distant sirens
Sounding some emergence she
Calling out
Some solitary inspiration
A ha! A muse
If only
Too find myself
Beset with
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The ultimate prostrate problem
