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3 November 2015

Compulsive



there is no gelt     in this writing lark     no final reward     just a hunger  an insatiable need     to press the keys     and play the notes   that fill the page     typing done     I am alone     I work best alone  but I sleep best     with company     and it’s meant     to be that way   no virtual life for me     I love flesh and blood     for I was born    of flesh and blood     to go the way     that all flesh does     not prematurely     but after a long while     when I’ve perfected     my papers     and catalogued     my women     in alphabetical order  or numerical significance     according to rank     and ability

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