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I found her sitting in my chair

Dreamy eyes, without a care

Messed up hair, oh, what a sight!

She must have stayed awake all night

Computer screen filled with her words

Some of them, seemed quite absurd

Verses filled, with sky and sea

Lost, in poetic dichotomy

I look again and find her gone

It’s only me, who sits alone

In front of a screen, I am confused

I seem to have misplaced my muse


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