She dips her pen in my heart
through an unseen wound
and her words are my life
I am a muse she has created
an unholy chimera of her passions
I dip my pen in her heart
through an unforgiving wound
and my words are my pain
she is a muse I have imagined
an unholy incarnation of my desire
We dip our pens in each others' hearts
through requited wounds
and our words are our enslavements
we, each the other's muse, life and pain,
holy lovers of the others desire and passion
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