The Muse

I call you to me. You mischievous whore! Galavanting from artist, to creator, to musician, to writer. Where are my visits? The ones that stop me cold in my tracks and make me struggle to find paper to get them down.

And I’m GREEK, shouldn’t you give me priority over your many suitors?

Well maybe its time I stop sharing you, and get my own as the Romans called it, a Genius. A little fairy, or spirit, a duende.

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