Short fictions and tall tales. Food for thought and articulations of the heart. I hunger and won’t rest until that pain in my chest has burnt through on into light. Everything will be alright, we’ll make it another night. This isn’t a promise, just a dawning fruition. If you like what I write, spread the word; return the favor, fight for that right. No, better than that, write your comeback.
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