The words just come. Learn not to judge, let the muse speak through YOU. Sometimes you ride the muse, sometimes the muse rides you.
Peace
She had her mama's eyes
and her daddy's liver
She took in light
through her good eye
the first drink made her shiver.
Two left feet and a cleft palate
her mama called her sugar
her daddy called her Alice
She lived to live but she
didn't know why.
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