someone tells me truth i write in the hellish fire light death and heartache shivering fear everything to call you dear
i am me and that is true but what name shall i call you the hate and lies are all in one the stars are gone all but one
ask me to write i say i may push me to far and then i'll stray ask me again nicely this time
of course i will your to devine! you say you know all there is to know so send me words send me those
now i sit again by the fires light rewriting all i had to write fiction fact and love combined it's my books darnit that i write!
you want this story you want it clear? then write your own my sensual dear. i can not write what is not known my books are part of me you know. each writer has there own plan my love is mine until my end.
so you say it is not true? who are you to say that to i am me and that's not you love maybe blind my love but so are you.
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