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I am an artist reluctant to part with her muse.
Should I destroy every shrine built in your honor?
Curse every word used to stitch tapestries woven to display your splendor?
No.
The ink is dry and the words are etchetched in time.
I will always find joy in your memory because your gaze set me free
from the loneliness of being
unseen.