Entry 169

self-wrought insomniatic exhaustion
leaves me feeling paper thin.
eyelids wrinkle&crinkle closed,
holding flame within.
I am swept away 
like ashes in the wind.

self spite
leads to prolific creation
most of it is so miserable.

don’t listen to doubt,
your words are wonderful.
wet faced liar,
don’t encourage your demons.
ignore yourself.

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