Someone stole Muse’s pillow
She dreamt.
But she didn’t have to dream, because her escape was lying next to her.
She slept.
And Restless bought a new pair of slippers.
She thought.
A little bit of like is lovelier than a lot of love, unrequited.
She fell.
But perhaps she doesn’t want to get picked up, this time.
He’ll meditate on that one, you know, and sometimes a ditty is worth a thousand ponders.
She can’t get enough of…
He’s watching.
She never could keep a secret (fallible)
She’s twisted.
Or…maybe…he…just…makes…her…smile.
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