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Muse

G.F.E. McGuiness

How do I draw My feelings in words When passion drawn sabers Temper the night? How does breath Render the quiet of babies Faltered in hunger That they cannot right?

Do I engender the taste of pride swallowed By mothers whored to suppliant crawling? The savor of blood by murder through stalling? The smell of due vengeance For feigns as appalling as rape?

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