Ghostwriting

Line of letters
that are not mine,
though I’m awake
late
making them
bit by bit.

Someone else
will lie
and say it’s theirs.

Money is money.
I will never say
its mine
because I kept
a promise
to say it wasn’t.

Someone else
will lie
and say it’s theirs.

A story.
Is it nicotine?
An addiction that must
be quenched
to feed the lusts
of those who sell them?

or is a story
more?

Someone else
will lie
and say it’s theirs
to do with as
they wish.

Perhaps…
I should stop.

And write for me.

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