a ragamuffin from High Hell Why Come... Bucks, United Kingdom

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I am that line between the shadlow and the light. I am the spark that burst the bulb above your head. I am young. I am wise in my ignorance. If music be the food of love my heart shall never starve. Simply splinter. 

In this darkness I stare at my screen and from a flickering line on a white screen pours my soul.

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