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
but
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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