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I DO NOT WRITE FOR FAME OR GLORY THE WORDS TOO ME DO NOT BELONG. I ONLY TRY TO TELL THE STORY OF HOW I SEE THE WORLD, IN SONG. THE GIFT WAS GIVEN BY THE GODESS IN MUSES GUISE WHO CAME TO ME.IN TRUTH ITS OFTEN CLOSE TO MADNESS TO USE THE EYES I USE TO SEE. TELLING OF SURROUNDING AURAS SPELLING OUT CONFOUNDING CORDS.CANDLE WAX AND SWEAT ARE MIXING THREADS OF SIMPLE SILKY WORDS. ALL POETS DIE POOR,WE KNOW THAT AS FACT.BUT WHAT IS THE COST OF MONEY,WHEN YOU CAN DESCRIBE WITH GREAT LACK OF TACT,EVENTS TO SEEM SAD OR SO FUNNY. SO PICK UP A CRAYON,A PEN OR A QUILL AND RECORD ALL THE THINGS THAT SEEM QUEER. IT MAY JUST BE SWILL BUT IT GIVES A THRILL TO YOUR FRIENDS AND ALL THEY HOLD DEAR |
