Peaches and cream, can't get that boy out of my brain. He's in all the books I read, and all the stories I write. He's on the tip of my pen with such perseverance that it nearly drips his name.
But never mind that, I'm not concerned. The feeling always fades, blending into art, colors and words. I have yet to figure out how to turn him into a song.
All your lovers become one, blending together in a body of work that is yours, and yours alone. In a way, all your lovers are an extension of you.
He'll come around again. And I'll be inspired, unable to concentrate for 48 hours.
I've had many muses, but none like you.
xx
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