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Golden Thread Unraveling

From: The Witch of Atlas


A Poem 4 You

Tarrying in a crimson glade His talon caught in an ego's nook Now pet of hollow men, forsook The one who gave him wings (gordion knot of purse-strings)

Falconer calls again, old friend, remember....

Last changed: December 11, 2005