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Aug 2018
Oh how I earnestly await for thee to awaken from thy slumber.

The time that passes is far from squandered. It bestows upon me, favored opportunity to admire thy beauty.

Desiring not to be selfish. Alas, I cannot help this. Somehow, some way, I need to emerge from it.
Just a glance not even a stare and I am vexed beyond repair.
Do I even seek such hellish things?

To be repaired, would be an unjust, merciless act.Β Β Knowing what I did not have, now I possess.

Who in their proper mind would relinquish such a gift?
You would be mad!
Without this Monarch, I would be unhinged, unbalanced, lifeless.

These are the things I ponder, while I wait patiently your end of slumber.

Call me mad, call me insane. For if she is mine and I hers.
Devotedly I Remain.
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