Take Anything But These...
If you take away my literature,
Might as well shoot me in the head.
As I will not live as a caricature
Or somebody empty as I said.
If you take away my writing,
There will be just dust in my soul
You will hear howls and gritting
You voice will echo in my empty hall.
You see,
There nothing much to see
Walls of letters
Paper litters
But know that what you see
Brings me glee
This is my core
My immortal lore.
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