Muttered The Muse...

“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Friday, August 1, 2025

Gravitas

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For every poem I put here, there are four more never shared, around six never written and twenty-seven partially thought out. For every word...
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