Quest
By craig2
Quest Stranded, taking again nearly as many years, I retraced my life – connecting every silver hair that had fallen from my head – creating yet a new maze through the forest of my youth. Seizing Spring, renewed and reeling – the Machiavellian quest abscinds – the birds of then have strewn the way and coil gray threads through nests of lust. Written October 21st, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 04:07 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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