There is a gremlin who In my stomach, sits Kneading swollen knuckles ‘Gainst the walls around him.
A purpose he once had: Protecting from the ills Of prehistoric Curiosity.
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Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean hate/hate/love. But I’m gonna do it anyways… so you might as well come along for the ride
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