❛THEY WOULD TELL YOU OF A KING WHO STOLE ME HELPLESS FROM MY SUNSHINE GARDEN.❜
They won't tell you about the woman who came to him sublime, lily eyes and lily lips. A king does not ask permission from his prize, but she, oh she, she knelt, kissing m...
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What’s a ghost, to a goddess?
She takes to the horizon like a thunderbird. I stand beneath a gathering of storm stirred clouds, trembling like the nobody I am, waiting for her return, the face of heaven does not answer me.
