raven...
raven. a man stranger than fiction. in mydian. he was lord. father. squat
daddy. so many conversations. so many times. born in england of a wealthy
family. raised in the upper crust. private schools. voice lessons. some time
ago he was in the army. when i knew him all that had gone. living in a squat.
things he had to do there. to accomplish. his mother lived somewhere in new
orleans. a rich house. pool. he knew much about the world. took what he
wanted from it. married twice. divorced. he loved her enough to let her go.
he knew the games. for a year no sex. then. in a week. nine different men.
a woman too. he was a teacher. an enlightener. with both evil and good in
his heart. yet he was also an illusionist. and i was one of few who saw
through parts of him. yet so much unsure. so much mystery left. which is
why he fascinates. i will understand more. when i see him once more. when i
left him he was finishing. getting ready to move onto a new world.
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