Fiction is Safer
Lost in books,
Hidden in nooks
Behind library shelves
He lives.
He hides
In the ink filled lines
Between covers
Bound with love,
Torn by time.
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I am crazy, according to society, but that's not uncommon anymore. I love music, I play piano, guitar (electric, acoustic, and bass), drums, and violin. I can and write for music for all of my instruments. I own two dogs, a very smug cat, and two ferrets (which I refer to as kids).
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