When we're young, we're made of impressions
pressed into our pages like flowers.
Mine a lavender, a stargazer,
You a hibiscus, a dandelion, or sunflower.
About Me
- The Imp of the Perverse
- This is my treasure chest of words. I try to write as often as I can.
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"I am one of the many uncounted victims of the Imp of the Perverse."
- Edgar Allan Poe
"So vast is art, so narrow human wit."
- Alexander Pope
"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes."
- Walt Whitman
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