LXI.

The snap of a thread
Thoughts whirling, decisions made
Culmination: end.

LX.

Sadness turns to hurt,
Slowly building to anger.
Heart: not allowing.

LIX.

Music, mist-filled night,
Latin beats pulse through the air.
Spanish way of life.

LVIII.

Friendship made of string.

Made once; beginning to fray.

Prevention unable.

LVII.

Handwritten letters

A Reminder of the past

For better or worse

LVI.

In search for my muse.

Tangible, or an idea?

Or just a fool's quest?

LV.

Muse: an entity.

Pushes, awakens, opens

Possibilities.

LIV.

That power you feel

that makes your whole body freeze

controls thoughts, breath, pulse.

LIII.

What do you tell her?

Her: where you find true beauty;

Her: most beautiful.

LII.

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