Sep 2020
to be like red driftwood
thus
my wings joined
needeth air
to breath
thus
to
flow through
these
glorious clouds of bounty
and
reach the Gates of Troy
where
to find my
sweet bride
Black Athena
thus
my wings joined
needeth air
to breath
thus
to
flow through
these
glorious clouds of bounty
and
reach the Gates of Troy
where
to find my
sweet bride
Black Athena
Written by
Stu Harley
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