On the first day

Feeding on words in the night,I amtoo bleedin’ busy reading to write, night,sleep for somebut not for methe innocent are never free. bleedin’,needing the flowto see where I gowhen dying. reading’speeding through chapterand verse, only the bookmarkisthe curse we all wear, write,let the light in andyou can see how grimthings have become, coffee time…

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