(This is an old poem I dug up while Spring cleaning my room- I kinda like its simplicity. Not sure when I wrote it...)
These kings and queens
carry within themselves
something broken,
cocooned within the secret tunnels
of some unknown paradise.
Such dirty pretty things
cannot be mistaken as frivolous fantasies,
but as the foundation of our essence
our sanity
our livelihood
our dream.
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