WRITER

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Goblin glass is full of water,
Stars, flesh and air
Tears are in despair
Gleaming, my eyes’re impaired
How can I compare
This life, a nightmare
To thou shall I share
and thou would not care
My body is living’ bare
standing cold winds of winter
Heart is torn and hammered
but hands won’t be hampered
Let the music play forever
on this wide galactic paper
Let thy venom kill the river
but thou can’t kill the spirit of a writer!