O Muse!
Please tell me
Are the demons still there?
In my weary eyes
You say on the stone
In the windy square
Of our precious, youthful world

O Muse!
Please tell me
Are the demons still there?
In the large, brown almonds
On the canvas
With the devils in the center
The inspiration, my skeletons

O Muse!
Please tell me
Can you see the demons?
Your demons
In my eyes
Those demons you claimed were mine
Were really yours
Because your hatred
Cloaked by false words of affection
Falling on ears of a vulnerable soul
Craving some solace in attention
Did damage once
But oh! never again

O Muse of the Upper West Side!
Please tell me why.

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