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I am a Queen Cut from paper Folded however you want me; The creases show your wavering. I am a Queen Colored in gold Left blank my heart for you; Which you forgot to draw. I am a Queen Who could blow with any breeze; Glue my feet to wood So that I can never leave you. I am a Queen In a wax palace Which melts with your touch; But your flame can destroy me. I am a Queen Giving Paper Orders To Paper People who know of no better; Who you place before me. I am a Queen Sitting on my throne of cardboard, Reigning over all; Except you who manipulates me. I am a Queen Only two-dimensional, But just as malleable As you would like me to be.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Queen
I am a Queen Cut from paper Folded however you want me; The creases show your wavering. I am a Queen Colored in gold Left blank my heart for you; Which you forgot to draw. I am a Queen Who could blow with any breeze; Glue my feet to wood So that I can never leave you. I am a Queen In a wax palace Which melts with your touch; But your flame can destroy me. I am a Queen Giving Paper Orders To Paper People who know of no better; Who you place before me. I am a Queen Sitting on my throne of cardboard, Reigning over all; Except you who manipulates me. I am a Queen Only two-dimensional, But just as malleable As you would like me to be.
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
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