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Utonagan in my soul
and it howls deep into the night,
deep into me.
And my eardrums they ring with the
sweet
soft, sorrowful sound of something I..
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A muse named Frank speaks a little bit about how it feels to be fictional, and how he feels about his writer.
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I'm
the fox
'round
the elephants feet.
Coiling,
curling, to see if
you can catch me.
Fantastic!
Graceful, smaller,
smooth
like the wind,..
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I
will not feed your ego
but
just
barely
keep
it alive,
because
if you're so full of yourself
how
can there be room for me inside?
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I run fingers over men
like books on a bookshelf
grabbing spines, twisting.
I laugh because they talk
like they only ever ask me questions.
Do yo..
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