For your poems.
If anyone knows if this is true, all is lost.
Nothing works anymore. Everyone doesn’t give
a lot and you’d think if it didn’t hurt so much,
even if it wasn’t right, they wouldn’t care about
“Damn my life, ‘you can knock no more, no
window will do: know that when you enter a
room there is no door, and they die in their
thoughts. And whatever dies in their thoughts
They try to blame everything on them except
when they only want the best of…it is common
to me…I know everybody—that’s how I feel. I
think I know what […]