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For my Role model, Pamela:
Circe sings,
foam-born force of mystery
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Within my head are many voices
So for muses I have choices
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The poet sat alone by night
And tried to ease his mind
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Hidden by the flesh
There, the spirit hides
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The angel speaks
In a heavenly voice
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Feelings spreading throughout
Raising my spirits
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When it comes to you,
Take it in stride.
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I asked him where his new poem was
As if it was something that needed to be found,
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There are two kinds of vampire...
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he dreams in
multifaceted memories
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The right words how they come,
then vanish before you realize.
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Poetry opens the doors to my soul
Spinning the magic that make me complete
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The words I write can touch you, I cannot
I never knew I'd envy what I write
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I want you sat beside me when I'm counting shooting stars
With breathless breezes blowing from the sea
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I have no choice!
It was a gusty, hungry day
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Upon natures dark rocky mass
windblown magic beat the pier.
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passionate rendezvous,
dance like fireflies
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Another all nighter
pull out binders from under the bed
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This is about my reflection.
Serious about the last part though!
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