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And the muse

comes back

I used to play

This little game

With myself

That every

Love story

Was mine

My relationship

Was playing out

On the screen

And every

Heroine was me

Every beloved

And the story

Was mine

I used to

Embody her

Be her

I would step into

Her beauty

Her soul

I was her

And she

Was me

And our love

Ran strong

We united


It was living

In a dream

A fantasy


Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on May 10, 2021:

Enjoyed this dreamy, surreal feel to this poem. Thanks for sharing.

Caroline Marie (author) on May 08, 2021:

Thank you Eric :)

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on May 08, 2021:

I like this one a whole lot.

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