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Muse
The dance of the muse
Such a beautiful stain
That face that he used
More lost than gained
To mimmick a grin
A jackal with bells
It must be a sin
We're all going to hell
Blue glow beneath the door
A secret without a key
We pretend to know nothing more
I'm taking care of me
He did his fancy twirl
Drama written in his eyes
My tears turned to pearls
This muse in disguise.
