A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't 
mean a thing 
in the grand scheme.

Wears his heart 
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
like royalty.

Waxes poetic about 
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain 
unsolved mysteries.

More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
lives eternally,
in you and me. 

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I want to sleep, so I can dream. 

Dreaming makes the pain go away,

weakens my prison walls,

so you can rescue me. 

I feel your warm breath on my face,

your loving embrace... 

Hand-in-hand we run through the lush,

exotic island. 

Our laughter echoes among the trees

as we look towards the horizon and

see eternity... 

Dawn beckons me.

I don’t wa...

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