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So I Guess This Is Goodbye
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The Letters It travels,
like floating mass,
above my head
I think everyone knows that I am
no longer exceptional at this
I just could not see it
Really, I am simply
dust and air
I am no poet
My words will never
reach the ears they
are intended for
and that means that I am no good
I have had the epiphany,
a six minute walk into
the forest
where I was told to sit and
listen
and to give in to the war
So I will stop this madness
I will no longer wear these scars
I will no longer write these
shattered poems
which are tiny and lifeless and
horrible
Tonight,
I am killing the muse
I am killing the muse.
I am
killing
the
muse.
Don't kill the muse!! (I'm
Don't kill the muse!! (I'm not one to talk... I kill my muses all the time)
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Wow! killing the muse?!! Good
Wow! killing the muse?!! Good luck my sweet! Great write!
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