MY MUSE IS A CITY OF COBBLESTONE STREETS
IT EMBRACES MY SOUL AND WILL NOT LET ME SLEEP
ONCE CAUGHT IN ITS CLUTCHES I FEEL LIKE I’M HOME
SEDUCED BY THE MAGIC AND MUSIC IT OWNS
I ROAM THIS CITY LIKE A LOVERS CARESS
MY SENSES AWAKENED, MY BUTTONS ALL PRESSED
ADDICTED TO MOONLIT ASSAULTS FROM THE PLACE I ADORE
LEAVING ME BREATHLESS SO I’LL COME BACK FOR MORE.
fiona
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