tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934577134923258154.post92437492292389329..comments2023-04-28T10:04:04.605-03:00Comments on <center>Karla Bardanza Poems</center>: MY MUSE ARRIVED COMPLETELY DRUNKKarla B http://www.blogger.com/profile/07543222380767750041noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934577134923258154.post-70466372941978795322011-08-02T15:12:39.828-03:002011-08-02T15:12:39.828-03:00A muse here is a friend, or one who comes to us in...A muse here is a friend, or one who comes to us in the visions. Either way, this muse obviously failed you as a friend, for she was blind to your beauty and value.<br />This is tragic how someone could stain our hearts and make us weep pain from our souls unnecessarily.<br />In my world the brothers would take care of her. Just mention the word sister... Later.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com