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princess quiet has you now

so light and black she flies

drapes thoughts with silk

her elixirs hypnotize

her lover is a scoundrel

baron lonely sacks at will

she holds him at night and

reads the butcher’s bill

king peace is on his throne

the baron’s lord of passed

like fresh clay on a wheel

they craft us into past

 

 

 

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