I'm wondering, can a female spirit, a deity, haunt me, I don’t take it that seriously, but this poetry, it all started, with a muse beckoning, I used to believe in righteousness, back then, love filled my heart, my love for humanity, and the world, my love for the children, the next generation, I wanted to do my part, I loved beauty, I loved art, the beckoning of my soul, then the night came, arrogance, and fear took over, I was ruled by it, the beating of my heart, blood flowed, all the good, the holiness, the nerdy Asian dudes, virgin energy flowing, I yearned for it, it’s defilement, I sort of look for it, in women, my muse, Hera laughing…

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