John Carter

Write this one on a rainy February day. It was late evening and my headphones were in. The sounds of the splattering rain against the warm pavement made my mind run wild of an interesting piece and so now I am sharing it with you.
          
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"...even your very flesh will be a great poem." W.W.

I love literature. It is in its own self an escape.