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To begin a few lines about my muse 

As you come to see a man close and beside

Painful words shared with you, and confused 

Cursed to see strong and eidetic, crucified 

Watching the seasons fall and grow 

Thought of the reasons which you never show

Cursed and blessed, like the foot of a rabbit 

The mind
Wondering and wandering through terrains of copper and gold mines

Autumn leaves of memories that he made you rush through out of habit 

Clock strikes, as does jest,

Soft, firm,

As time suggests,

Out of sight,

Out of mind 

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