"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it."
C.S. Lewis
Thursday, December 11, 2008
It's of no use
I tore everything I owned into rags Leaving nothing for myself Until naked I used rag after rag To wash away the last 6 days But time remained Stained Like blood on my favorite sleeve Of my favorite shirt
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