I can't keep up with my muse.
She has gone before to light the way
with her eyes, but she's always come back
right now, by chance. And I'm running apace
to take up her slack. The length in my leash
she always lets. I guess and I'm rough but my bark
forgets how biting her glowing sarcastic praise
raises hackles to bust shackles in such ways.
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