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A Poem by Tom
Eyes meet for but a moment, entranced,Time's relentless pursuit lost in their gaze,Vulnerable to eternity's dance,Innocence fades. Natures primitive g..
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A Chapter by Tom
I have never been a man who wanted to work hard at much else but
dreaming. It has always come easy, the imaginative
life. I ponder my role as a gran..
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A Book by Tom
Journey of self discovery of a slightly deluded, lazy individual that ends up working in a boiler room in Madrid
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