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Sometime last week, as I slept, my muse crawled out of my ear and hightailed it the hell out of town.
She, bearing the last vestige of creative thought, packed a big ass bag and a ticket with an open return.
Not knowing her travel plans, I sit here, drone-like and vanilla, tapping my fingers against my skull, repetitively, predictably...
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