Elixir darker than blood penned on porcelain coloured parchment, the reflections of my reckonings, caged transgressions and feelings. -Z.
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It's still a mystery to me, How such a muse with eyes so bright, Have a tainted, dejected soul darker than the night, And not be anything he appears to be.
It's still a mystery to me, How such a muse with eyes looking so sane, Have an overwhelmed, unstable mind tortured with immense pain, But be calm as the open sea.
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It's still a mystery to me, How such a work of art, Does not even try to prove that, For not just me to wholeheartedly agree.
It'll always be a mystery to me, How someone can be so broken, Yet have pieces be mysteriously, beautifully desirable.
But maybe, That's the power of any muse.
A/N: What's/Who's your muse?
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