O, Redheaded Muse,
American Goddess,
Red is the color of danger
Which fits you just about right.
Because each photo of you
In a bikini, in jeans, in your lingerie
Breaks my ancient heart.
I know you must be real
But I do not want to believe it.
Instead, I will believe
That some love starved artist
Imagined you into being.
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