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Dec 2022
As I said before
The obscure ones are me searching
Searching without clearly finding
Alone

Black the Night an Ocean
Forlorn parking lot
At the center of no map
Drifting

I miss Sage Ridge School
Beware the Ides of March
Cinna the Poet!
I come to praise not to bury

            Younger Days
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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