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My muse was resting  Took a break Laid out on a cloud Sleeping in late Over eating Forgetting about time Recharging and Refreshing its mind Binging on Twilight Zone Relaxing at home Enjoying the holidays Now back in the zone

I didn't realize how shallow you could be; always ready with a mouthful of games, ready to spew out your heartaches on me I've become a punching bag for all the pains of your past; and I take it, hit for hit, again and again, pain after pain; your past life haunting our days and nights I'm not ready to fight your fights You knock me down and I get back up until you have the audacity to tell me you've had enough Needing me only to drink your lies so that you can sleep at night So convenient for rich little boys like you ~ ©️ Priya Patel, Jan 21, 24 🕉 Artist is Akash Bhisikar

I hear voices Reciting lovely words Woven together Into exquisite poems I don’t hear them With my ears They resonate in My heart These felt cadences Rise from my chest Ricochete through my brain Coming out my fingertips At times I see beauty In these created phrases Songs worthy of singing Gifts from the universe I must put down  Songs that I hear Filling my heart With intense love Share I must and So I will  Exposing what lives Inside with you