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Ian Cappa

The Man Behind the Green Glass

bleeding words

I really do bleed these words. They just drop on paper like ink of the feather. I can't help it. So I send them to universe, to live, to find the needing soul.

Soul like mine.

Yes you know, soul like yours.

#a honest cry

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#true misery

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#about a girl

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