A writer’s battle

A maelstrom of words I vomit on the paper

Tempest upon tempest I write as though I’m in some kind of fever

Inspiration to vivre après my demise

This is the way of a writer’s life

Eternally battling the onslaught of locution like some kind of ablution to cleanse my mind

One final word to conclude todays work

For tomorrow I may die

Because life’s a jerk


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