Writer’s plague

They all love me so that they

Can feature in a poem

Not like I’m Plath or Woolf

But fame comes quicker with a dome

So in their hearts of heart they pray

To make the grave my only home

And claim immortality through me

While a restless dreaded soul I roam

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