My Muse

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Blown in the wind

Your cries come to me

Smothered in your pillows

Your screams echo through me

I feel your pain

As it pierces through you like knives

I know yohr anguish

As each word is uttered softly

Come to me

Breathe my scent

Embrace my warmth

Take in my nurturing words

Enveloped in passion

Surrounded by love

Your heart is my muse

A.G. 12/28/12

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