this was needed One more strong coffee one more poem and then he would go to sleep it was almost morning he would sleep during the day and return the next night to write more poems His lower back was hurting It was either the kidney stones or the hemorrhoids or both or something entirely new Well, it was all right A writer writes and a sick man suffers and they are quite the same At 44 his wife was 22 years younger than him She would still make him coffee and cook his meals and even read his poems The ones that weren't about torturing and murdering women and children even got published online About eleven of them He was on the right path Success will reach him earlier than death will It was a matter of days for both
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