I heard the rumours of death,
thought I saw a corpse-marker
on his cold body: a writer killed
by his own imagination, his final
script all pyrotechnics and betrayal
...and yet, I never saw him die.
thought I saw a corpse-marker
on his cold body: a writer killed
by his own imagination, his final
script all pyrotechnics and betrayal
...and yet, I never saw him die.
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