We Shall Consecrate The Soul of Men
An impeccably imperfect example of the ultimate universal paradox.
A gypsy who wishes only to find a home.
A content loner thrust into a sea of people.
A social butterfly not meant for companionship.
A vegetarian who craves blood.
I am waiting for a father who will never return, a letter sent by owl that is 8 years too late, and an answer to the many questions I implore from the universe.

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