Writing for its
usefulness is a virtue
heroic when you
expose the truth and
sometimes
suffer the consequences
the utterer of truths
killed in the process
i've been there
and it's not an easy life
at this hour however
i write for no use at all
and they taunt that
when i speak of love and
its satisfaction
i am but just a lousy
dreamer
dumbfounded and
very stupid
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