writing

writing, you are

 

my rope at the end of a long day

my laugh at the end of a joke

my light at the end of a dream

 

icy hot for the bump on my head

warm hands covering cold claws

frozen cubes dissolved in molten heart

 

my writing is my life

it is my survival

my soul

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