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<monarchy>
a crown of
thorns,
sit on his head,
not leaving
now,
not leaving them;
just watching and
waiting,
she's silent with spite,
his attentions
divided,
between the crown;
and his wife.
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Hot Water & Honey
Poetrya collection of poems from my innermost thoughts or as i would like to call it, my hot water and honey! don't forget to vote comment and like!! this is for you if you're constantly fighting a war in your head but never able to say anything about it...
