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Me The Muse

me the muse,
muses is me.
swindle as thee,
rock Beatrice,
and roll empty.
me the devil.
Scar is me.
cause as we,
swell in a ryhthm,
me the blow.
Swing is me.
Thy heaven,
Roll as thee,
The Gods sway
the way as we
rock the castle
burns as we
truthfully declare
the resistance
clays end the weep.

by celine charcoal

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thanks for the sword allan :)
Celine is this truly you, if it is then i bestow on you the title poet and regard you as my sister in poetry, i dub you with the sword and i say arise celine charcole POET with a warmth ALLAN