conscious living poetry journal
Poetry in Search of Meaning
Sunday, October 12, 2003
I wrote...
because I had to. I couldn't stop. There wasn't anything else I could do. If no one ever bought anything, anything that I ever did, I'd still be writing. It's beyond a compulsion.
-Tennessee Williams
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