Monday, 2 August 2021

 Woe be gone, woe b

tide, betide of woe 

begone inside.


Get off your high horse
of capitalism speak to
 me of humanity.



'finding yourself in a hole,at the bottom of a hole',in almost solitude, and discovering that only writing can save you.


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