Ne’er love a writer
Everything he writes
His soul his canvas
Purpose for his life
All he lays to bare
Nuance of his truth
Splayed across his page
No mercy, a brute
He, ripe with passion
Fills you with his need
Brooding and soulful
He makes you believe
You but his device
Fodder for his tale
Yarn for his epic
All of it for sale
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