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Before I had a penname, attempts at writing the book(of life of love, what have you), poems dealing w/ inspirations, preconceived notions of what I was doing... writing from the heart. Aggravations of reality, jealousy (although not mine) ripped me to shreds in a sickbed full of lies. Mouths should not throw stones at brasslouses.
Long ago w/ long dark hair when my life seemed that time stood still for me, I could slip through any door. Who was to tell how long it would last?