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Anyone who has ever felt the muse of inspiration just out of reach (and that is probably all of us) will relate to this poem. Brilliant how she crafts writers block into a beautiful and well written poem. Ms. Ragudo, you truly have a gift.
Mourn not for me for it wasn’t IBut the beast within me who diedThat wretched fool is goneWhose passions were untamedWhose unbridled lust laid wasteA thousand dreamsCome, sing the song of victoryFor this tormented soul you see