A wounded animal yet bears teeth
For every blissful moment you must an anguish meet.
There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world.
a purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.
Changing imagination into fiction is what I love to do.
Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.
I found him between a reality and a nightmare.
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