Living A Life Outside His Shell

You are all my muse.
Listen to this recluse as he describes the way you lived.
He thrust himself right into it.
His identity is now yours.
Not stolen, but changed, morphed, warped.
Becoming his own being, his own creature of sorts.
Living a life outside his shell.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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