I was in the land, the kingdom
Of a letter and none
Spun a web, of poison and sun
With a pale ,putrid, stung
Through which a bell was rung
We made love in a circlet
With, a diamond shaped as a rose
Vanilla and almond on our nose
Speaking in a language once sung, now forgotten
Where there was red to break the eve
And the things that we found there
On a carousel of night dreams
There was a cat and there was me
Some; How, forming a trilogy
Birds chirping till the morrow
Then we shall be sleeping
Before awoke, crowned a King
Yet still, a slave, to Her
That scent of her hair
At least until the mourning
Her scream was blue
A mound came in view
Mills there, till I find it
If not for sex while there
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