Daniel Gelinas Biography

I Stagger across the angry sand.

Tripping over my feet, falling on my face.
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Once again free from his cage; liberated by the night, the feline is delighted by the smooth embrace of that calm, spring night.

A unique strength is found in this moonlight.
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I can't decide on a title; this one may still be in the works.
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Red hot anger curls itself around his mind as easily as anything.

His mind plagued by visions of passionate, uninhibited acts of rage, trivial in nature.
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A colour upon a canvas.

A single flower in the field of me, and yet there are times...
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