would you still write,
if you knew you would never be published?
well, does the sky still cleave open,
sometimes, to let the rain fall?
yeah, now and then...it must.
why though? why must it?
'cause the land would be parched,
and nothing would grow.
same, I would need to write
to cool my soul. it would be parched,
and nothing would grow.
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