imagine a writer who understands exactly how each novel turns out

sort of a fantasy of mine, really,

but spending time with my family

i would sell my golden shoes,

my fast feathered legs

would fetch a price

there are traders in the market

who slow it all down

hold on with quick breaths

closed eyes

learn to love

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