My Muse! !
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Behind me there is a phantom,
munching some juicy sewing gum,
never noticed it when I was young.
Never bothered it when I was bold,
Behind me there is a phantom,
Armored with feathers of pins,
not my friend, but it says I am its,
pain can be coated: muse not,
when the feathers do the wonders,
the needles do the blunders,
the trouser pockets have no zipper,
the happiness is the silencer,
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