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May 2011
Benevolent prince, or incubus to my rest.
You may be demon, but I hold no requests.
It is only the distance that I resent...
Vicarious watcher, or silent soul mate of my dreams.
I am not the passive child that I have been.
We are above this, we can be proud, no longer the screaming,
No longer a child.
You asked me to love you, and I asked you to stay.
"I have obligations, but if I had my way..."
You wanted forever, and we only have these nights.
Don't ask me to remember, 'cause I'm not alright.
This situation is deviant, because we are so strange.
I'm tired of seeming to live without pain.
Dodging weary glances, but its just not my thing.
Neither is trying, but I won't complain.
You have competition, and who would compete with you?
You are my goblin, and they are mortal fools.
At least, they're closer to me than you.
Check, because I've made my next move...
You're king is in danger,
So what will you do?
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