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My pay comes from the sky, my heart goes to the arts, music is my passion, my lovers my guitars, I have a fling or two with electronics and mechanics, but my original sin has allways been: writing.
In days where my lips will not open and my hands are tied down, I wish nothing else for pencil and pen, nor bread nor water nor anything else.
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