inspiration
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www.gofundme.com/anitalorrainemusic Poem about the process and #SurrenderingtotheSacred continued from the last episode to catch yall up: The Mystery Still They used to call that old white lightning “moonshine” in these hills How many lips of other those words or family ties it breaks and kills Strawberry apple pie or dark cherry kinds But I found…
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I am forgiven, myself, forgiving myself For some things take longer to accomplish than the patience within me allows My judgement is suspended for I said I’d write a poem a day. The last one was 2 days ago and I refuse to feel remorse. A while ago I would have riddled myself with guilt…
anita lorraine moore 