my wretched muse

All I wanted was a muse
meant to fill the void
between work and play

Something whose beauty
wouldn’t tarnish with time
nor degenerate
with the slightest change
in perspective

Something to follow any “but”
and dispel the horror before it

But my muse does the inverse

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