Writer’s Block II

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Phantom that I seek

Let me catch you, so that I may tickle your raw flesh

and steal a kiss from your swollen lips

 

You came close to death

You slumped into the depths of my imagination

and lived only through the gentle prodding

 

Where do you hide muse

When I find you, I will cut open your tummy

and spill the delicate intestines onto canvas

 

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