Muse

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A hand on my thigh
A whisper in my ear
It's art my dear
A poetic patience
A sinful trust

It's pink and blue
A riddle of lust
All words come out
In ugly vomit
And a beautiful mess

In a painting it'd be
A lace covered bosom
Stained metallic gold
On a ripped up canvas

My lover
My friend
A bleeding masterpiece
Locked in a crowded gallery

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