To My Writer Friends With Love (Again)

Endure
your selfish wistful frightened ways.
Frightful limitations shackle
your creations. They are malformed. Gnarled
useless blinded sore pus-filled lashed languid rank. Yet feel
heartbeats, their trembling cries
their desired Life.
Go from there.

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