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No, Mr. Poe, it was not the beating of a heart. It was the human trappings of wood chippings. The creator, O Pinnoccio, where has he gone!
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
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December 26, 2011 in Uncategorized | Tags: Edgar Allen Poe, human imagination traps, imagination is the enemy, incessant beating heart, liar, old man, Pinnoccio, trappings, wood chipping | 3 comments
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