The Muse
She was filled with his words, his thoughts, his visions. They blew out of her in stale puffs of hot air, filling the sky with cloying disdain. Until one day she found her own words exploding out of her finger tips. She could finally breathe. Her lexicon lit into the atmosphere with the uncontrollable creation of a dream. A dream vision of the palm tree in her mind. She knew what must be done.
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