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let me not deliver just dreams to the innocent ones
for I am tired

imagine the unsaid truths with words; their tendrils woven into the fabric of time

express what is hidden inside of you

once,
I was king and queen
my voice echoed inside your minds

speak of me
sweet poetry

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