(prompt used was “my muse lies in a glass casket)
Written October 2022
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My muse lies in a glass casket.
Sometimes I abhor its existence.
For it leaves me frustrated beyond measure.
When my inspiration disappears, and I can find no metaphors or rhymes.
It is a famine or a feast to these fingers of mine if it decides to converse at all.
But when my muse rises, I am often taken aback by the stories it wishes to tell.
My muse will never be my downfall.
For, without my muse, I cannot exist.
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Nor I…
Perfectly expressed, Maggie!
~David
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David 💙🙏thank you 🙏💙
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Thank you 🙏🙏
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