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In my mind I am eloquent I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

Isaac Marion

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Words
Collapse
Collapses
Everything
Mouth
Cathedral
Mind
Mouths
Cathedrals
Paint
Ceilings
Reach
Intricate
Highest
Eloquent
Thoughts
Climb
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