I must start thinking like a poet:
devouring words with red wine and cigarettes; looking out my window and seeing metaphors, prose.
I need to regain the excitment of the perfect description, the perfect verb.
I will lock myself in my room and contemplate the outcome of the sleeping pills and how it will change my word formation in my mind.
devouring words with red wine and cigarettes; looking out my window and seeing metaphors, prose.
I need to regain the excitment of the perfect description, the perfect verb.
I will lock myself in my room and contemplate the outcome of the sleeping pills and how it will change my word formation in my mind.
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When I wrote Poetry I got the inspiration from my broken hearts!