The Writer

My mind is full of wonder.
Step inside and have a look around.

Pry and probe

for all my hidden secrets and my wonders
My desires and repulsion’s
Take your pick. Go on, 

Take your pick, put it in a basket and make it yours.

But are the writers words honest?
Or fiction like the stories
You read so many times.
Pull them apart, they are yours now,
take what makes sense
and trash the rest,
but try to understand.

A writers mind is her own,
Cryptic and crazy,
full of nonsense,
open and raw,
and full of shit

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