Launchorasince 2014
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Muse

She,

She looks back in drama

like a camera dodging her pupil

a bullet too straight

She snarls in cover.

A radiant hover.

Tip of her nails,

Red in blood but pale.

Pale, as heart as soul.

Exuberating pain,

she stood all alone.

Her eyes a genius-

with creativity’s moan.

I loved her the moment i saw her.

Her name her state.

A penetrating pain,

a, Lovely bane.