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Adhering to social norm, and obligated duty at the ball I ask Her Majesty for a dance and she gracefully extends a hand Then we step, spin, and sway as eyes behold in awe But, who am I in late e'en to command the silence of a queen She lay motionless in the cuverie as I savor the côtes rousing deep breath and sigh And I, not befittingly command a vineyard of floral unfold The sun riseth not, but heat is known as lord of land tends each blossom and shall forsake none Who am I to drink as a noble and taketh of fruit so divine Thy hands remove the canopy which adorned all I aspire Seized and raised to mouth Engaging in gluttonous frolic as the queen declares 'halt not!' I shalt not forbid thee a request for royal execution Assign thy sacrifice as mine descending on my dagger Exhaustive love for loss of life conquers and consumes thine eyes Mine end too, be not untimely as harvest comes to pass And I, decant into your grasp Rims of the barriques break and a peasant dons a crown ~ Scott Mitchell
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
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Adhering to social norm, and obligated duty at the ball I ask Her Majesty for a dance and she gracefully extends a hand Then we step, spin, and sway as eyes behold in awe But, who am I in late e'en to command the silence of a queen She lay motionless in the cuverie as I savor the côtes rousing deep breath and sigh And I, not befittingly command a vineyard of floral unfold The sun riseth not, but heat is known as lord of land tends each blossom and shall forsake none Who am I to drink as a noble and taketh of fruit so divine Thy hands remove the canopy which adorned all I aspire Seized and raised to mouth Engaging in gluttonous frolic as the queen declares 'halt not!' I shalt not forbid thee a request for royal execution Assign thy sacrifice as mine descending on my dagger Exhaustive love for loss of life conquers and consumes thine eyes Mine end too, be not untimely as harvest comes to pass And I, decant into your grasp Rims of the barriques break and a peasant dons a crown ~ Scott Mitchell
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
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