Everybody has one good book in them, I am intuitively different, my brain is an explosion of never ending particles of electrified sparks encountering damp illusions completed by worries and short circuited confusions.
I Canna See’
Canna see the light shining past yer heed or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed canna see the sparra in the field of gold nay’ or se...
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