A month comes to an end,
the days tumble from your open palms.
There is a light beyond this tunnel.
No good work was done in vain.
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- Cajsa
- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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