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Written to cure writer's block. Please note that this poem is terrible.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 60 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-07-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2845586
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I mumble your name quite loudly when I cannot sleep,
but why? You keep me awake.
To what end, huntress?
Are you some bemused poltergeist,
or are you sinister?
Look at you now -
even a fool can see what you're doing.
You give me inspiration,
under burdensome curse:
you've siphoned off my dreaming,
but given me a verse.
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