I'm not as young as you, nor the child you think I am. I choose, to be this way. My father is the thief of heaven, robin hood of time. I can change, but not to sever my intent...to anyone. Some, feel 'bitten', is the way. I feel, 'quickened'...
When I come...
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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