Note: I really have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this one, but it made perfect sense in my head at the time. Fame A poet smothering in the spotlight of fame. Having sex among the poems of hate and fear. Bitterness and loathing. It’s a lonely place But is it worth it? …

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Note: This is one of my personal favourites.  I love NYC’s Greenwich Village. If I ever win the lottery. I am buying a Brownstone right in the center of the Village. The Village Walking down 8th Street, past the funky shoe store and The Gap, A woman talking to herself stops in front of me. …

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