Burning Muses

I've burned muses.

I've felt little remorse.

I stored our tales.

I sold them for this life—

this luxury,

this ease.

Their sighs and lies

led me to believe they

enjoyed the dance too.

I've burned muses.

I laughed at those tales.

Then I met him.

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