In Quondam Days by Gregg Hake He scratched feverishly at the adamantine soil, His new coat of skin heavy, restrictive Beneath binding, sweat-drenched clothing Heart blackened by dolor, vision thus dimmed. His fate sealed by liberty abused Thorns and thistles where milk and honey Once flowed freely in quondam days Chafe his pride and prick …

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