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_Once more into the shreek…|

-the intensity of the dream,-though through younger eyes once seen, -nearly carried me off..

I had fought for years, -in its name, -spewed sweat, and spilt blood.

for nought, -had I, -sought the god of peace, -m3rcy and love.

-when all the while, -blodied bodies piled, -& even I, -was among those that a nightmare carried off…

By Marcel Bondarowicz

I'm just a simple dreamer, a young man that understands himself to be some kind of an artist.
I'm not saying I'm a Rafeal or even a Van Gogh, but I see the world differently than most people, from a million different perspectives; or, perhaps from a single, quite cynical pair of eyes...
Now usually,
...that;
my dear fellow terribly self-destructive, undeniably, intricately flawed human readers,
simply tends to depend,
on just how it is exactly, that I'm feeling in that exact given moment.
Well, I guess that-that, is perhaps, really just the easiest possible way to describe it, without falling into the land of a thousand tangents,
soo...
yea,
there it is folks.

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