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“There is no water here, young man. I see your thirst and the hunger in your eyes, but one glance at you, and I know you’ll never be satisfied. Look elsewhere,” so said the innkeeper. What I hunger for, what I crave, what robs me of my sleep and invades my dreams like Beelzebub’s demons,… Continue Reading →
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My angel weeps at what I’ve become. She mourns her failure, distraught at the very thought of me. I sold my soul for a golden guitar and a silky voice and I ran around the world singing devilish blues. I only wanted to sing my songs, so tell me, why do you cry? Shall I… Continue Reading →
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Life is Poetry 
Great writing my friend!
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