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The Wolfman

I saw, I read, I believed, I left. That tiny brick of isolation had now nothing on me. Therefore my burning desire for the liberation of my being was indulged by the sacred feast. He came, he saw, he wrote, and he stayed. There was no way back. The writing in the stars captured his soul. By the time the feast was over, the lightning had already devoured it.

© Ceyda Gundogan 2013. All rights reserved

Ceyda

@Ceyda

First and foremost: Writer. Enthusiastic, highly sensitive to odours, dreamy, witty, funny, as bright as the crescent moon and still so humble as the rising sun. With a pinch of 'too much imagination'

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Well written. The flow is great.

@ronin67 thank you :)