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May 2023
Not for lack of words
Not for lack of ideas and fresh takes
The Muse is around when he or she wants to be
I think there are two in my life
When I touched Henry David's desk at Walden
It was an epiphany and yet I wished he could speak with me
That is what happens when the words stay with the muse at least this one

C@rainbowchaser2023
Written by
Maddy  F/East Coast
(F/East Coast)   
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