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Dec 2018
if you want to be a writer
you must first become a whiner.
you must cut yourself on words
time and time again,
destroying yourself slowly
surely, with your planning pen.

someday that pen will rise
when it has surpassed you
to betray you; it's deceived you.
when this day comes,
no one will dare to grieve you
and when they read your poem about
how your pen killed you, they surely
won't believe you -
but they will, still,
remember the embers
of your seemingly
endless suffering.
croob
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croob  M/usa
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