My muse eats truth and can't breathe until she is eating.She seduces masterpieces through me so she can live. She seduces masterpieces through me so I can live.
Living addicted to she who is addicted to me is the most constant and clean energy I have ever seen.
My muse demands I sweetlullabbyedreamfuck her eyelashes to land on her cheeks. She demands I butterflywhisperwindrape her dreams to force feed her brain the hot, throbbing surge of truth before speech.
I love my muse, and my muse loves me. Our circle is full of that day one light - that light He brought before sun. We draw what we want. We map songs between stars in the sand. It's those songs that we eat. We eat.
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