The Muse

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I’m the muse

The illusion and subconscious fusion

Of the woman you desire, in a perfect world

Placed me on a pedestal so high

Superwoman, out of this world. 

Perfection, painted in your mind

Untouchable, intangible, golden

Unreal, unhuman, flawless

Specified with intricate details

Superficially sculpted, inside and outside.

So when you saw my true essence,

The glowing presence of my flesh,

Time stood still 

To capture a portrait 

Now embedded in your mind.

You hid behind the wall

To see enough to be in awe 

I knew you’d never come,

I knew you’d stand me up.

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