Smelling of stale cigarettes and despair
Whiskey label somehow permanently adhered into front
Scribbles in margins
Stains of ink and graphite smudges
Humorless remarks
Not a study copy but a work of desperate madness
Blood on the edges from paper cuts
Can almost hear the hiss of a curse as the pages flip
Discard it discard it discard it
Yet still it circulates
Like a battered 1938 penny
Worn by time and rubbed smooth by nervous fingers
Read it lost as much in margin additions as original text
Is this what madness looks like
Or is this what inspiration becomes
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Burn Burn Burn
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