Lovers and Madmen

Such seething brains

elegant mess
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Raised by werewolves,
weaned on arsenic,
if not indestructable, at least I'm resilient.

I am generous to a fault, giving away coats off my back, the last cash in my pocket.
I am one of the last people who offers rides to strangers.
I have a knack for spotting the out of ordinary,
and have found hundreds of four leaf clovers without having to break stride.
You may be one of them.