The muse of sadness appeared to me today
she had long hair and a white non-face.
she seemed to be crying but no eyes and no expression
made of her presence the strongest depression.
Burning old films because there was no eternity
scissors to cut away a picture of her memory.
Her loneliness whispered incomprehensible words
her hair then wound my body and my soul.
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