We met in anciet Crete: My Minoan loverA Poem by thenightqueen
Remember when we first met?
we were The First of our kind and we cross paths over lifetimes and although we were separated for so long the chalice from which we first indulged changes shape each century so we are forever forced to be a blend from the god of wine, madness and ecstasy © 2014 thenightqueen |
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Added on February 10, 2014 Last Updated on February 10, 2014 AuthorthenightqueenHouston, TXAboutRecent graduate from the University of Texas at San Antonio. History major, anthropology minor. I like to write flash fiction and micro-fiction. more..Writing
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