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cranial crown
soft is the touch of his hand
brushing hair from my cheek
never waffling in his stand
he'd form a posse all for me
all for me
he would wage any war
if successor were promised my crown
and then with the raise of his sword
see it swiftly brought back down
then as if he awaits even more of me
sinking back into his seat my king
adore only me
adore me only-
only after my flesh is scorned
and torn
please hold me as I weep
until I merely seep
and pour
out onto the ground
soft is the touch of his hand
brushing the hair from my cheek
sticky from my bleed
sticky from my weep
he'd form a posse all for me
for me
© Granado.A
