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This Morning, You Tapped Me
My soul felt you. Dear Muse, here I am.
This morning, I woke up at your touch.
My feet moved with a singular purpose Carrying me quickly to my writing spot.
I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.
Looking out to the cloudy horizon Hearing that noisy city crow.
Calling. Me — no, it.
The next chapter was a cool breeze Gently poking at the summer heat In my soul.
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