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Queen

We call her name like she's the queen. Lips quiver with understated pleas. So this is what "your highness" means. The analog clock wails 4:18. Our voices muffled in this cool sea. We call her name like she's the queen. You, my own porcelain figurine, Each tiny chip of you impales me. So this is what "your highness" means. No room for time here in between, All else I've known has been set free. We call her name like she's the queen. Quake my pulse like a tambourine, Let me teach your mouth to see. So this is what "your highness" means. Powerless when she intervenes; Royalty lives between the knees. We call her name like she's the queen. So this is what "your highness" means.
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Written by
olivia-frederick
Tennessee
For You?
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Written by
olivia-frederick
Tennessee
Published
Oct 2, 2014
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24·126
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8/9/2014

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#love#sex#high#queen#villanelle#linesofconversation
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