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I realize I'm home. A cool draft smacks my face this early morn. It's eye-opening, so stark, I've been gone way too long, I remember our song and softly hum its hypnotic-tune. Such gentle soothing mandolins in beautiful rhythm with the birch blades twirling constantly, like they always do. As I lie here listening, I hear the thermostat intermittently kick in and I curl up all alone. My chin is nestled in my palm, already dreaming, wishing, hoping for your light. I think, if you only knew, I silently scream, "My kingdom for my fair Lady.... to greet the rising sun, this raw glistening." I search the ceiling, my entire universe, for your sparkly starlet eyes.... I miss you so much, my Queen. Loneliness is not regal....
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
Lying On A Royal Homecoming Morn
I realize I'm home. A cool draft smacks my face this early morn. It's eye-opening, so stark, I've been gone way too long, I remember our song and softly hum its hypnotic-tune. Such gentle soothing mandolins in beautiful rhythm with the birch blades twirling constantly, like they always do. As I lie here listening, I hear the thermostat intermittently kick in and I curl up all alone. My chin is nestled in my palm, already dreaming, wishing, hoping for your light. I think, if you only knew, I silently scream, "My kingdom for my fair Lady.... to greet the rising sun, this raw glistening." I search the ceiling, my entire universe, for your sparkly starlet eyes.... I miss you so much, my Queen. Loneliness is not regal....
jonny-angel
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
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