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by Scarlett Catanzaro 


My muse, my star,

our life we share.

Through sips of coffee in

my aged and chipped mug.

In the exchange of words

from my page-filled book.

In the grasp of our chalk

and pencil-stained hands.

We move together like the

crystal waves on a beach,

rolling in unison —

a natural gravitation.

The way your t-shirt clings to me

and imitates your arms.

My muse, my star,

I could not stand without


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