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a story of a writer.
Jim told me a story once
he said there was no happy ending
they didnt exist
they were a fantacy brought up by childrens books
the story was of a smoker
who wrote poetry like me
and how his insanity got to him
when the words stoped
Jim was the poet
and he looked at me with kind eyes
it was a warning
"writes never seem to be happy kid"
and though his warning was clear
i just stood there
and grabed my pen and a chair
the words seem to flow and my mind was clear
writing was in my blood jim
I just dont care
