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Lather, Rinse, Repeat

I search and search

For the muse

But once I find her

I remember

How sad she is

How mad she is

I remember

She is a friend

That tortures me

She floods me

Fills me up

With inspiration

For depressing



That I get to feed

To you

Once I find her again

I dream of peace

And once I’ve found peace again

I search for her

Lather, rinse, repeat.


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