Like any other muse she was a mystery.
Like any other beloved she was pedestaled.
Like any other masterpiece she was written in an unknown foreign language.
Like any other creator he was bemused.
Like any other beholder he was glued.
Like any other reader he was lost and content.
This is their eternal story.
Like any other beloved she was pedestaled.
Like any other masterpiece she was written in an unknown foreign language.
Like any other creator he was bemused.
Like any other beholder he was glued.
Like any other reader he was lost and content.
This is their eternal story.
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