J’accuse le muse
He rendered me fool
Let me draw his skeleton
But wouldn’t sit still for fleshy parts.
All I could see were lines of beauty
Unparalleled , swooping strokes
Unrivaled light and shade.
Made for me.
Or so I thought.
J’accuse le muse
Mais J’accuse moi
For what good are muses
If they draw you in…stead?
(c) Slumpless
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