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there is a secret hoard in men
in the manner of secret spaces
intimate spaces
all their lives it makes them sad
they don't know why
then one day you come
and the hoard realises it was awaiting you
to be the nucleus,
the eye of its storm
and it binds you
and the men come to know why they are sad
and it is a thing of wonder
for the storm abates from their eyes
as their souls are becalmed
in the manner of secret spaces
intimate spaces
all their lives it makes them sad
they don't know why
then one day you come
and the hoard realises it was awaiting you
to be the nucleus,
the eye of its storm
and it binds you
and the men come to know why they are sad
and it is a thing of wonder
for the storm abates from their eyes
as their souls are becalmed
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I want to say - write every day.
But writing the way you do, must take too much ...
But don't stop writing. Once in a while.
You write so ...
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