You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman


don't mess with a writer

HE CAN make you bleed with just a constellation of words and you would not be able to do anything about it, inflict lacerations, ripping at surfaces where it is most painful.

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