Nothing for sale, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. And so the merchant asked How much for your heart? What’s the price on your soul? A dime for your thoughts. Can I pay you to play a role? I am desperate Out of stock Out of time Out of my mind Won’t you please be so …
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I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.-Edgar Allan Poe





