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King in my dream town says, "
Here Ye: pride is gone." Then he has his thrownthrone to the ego-birds who fly with wilted wings and die of broken things likehearts. Heaven is here if I'd adhere to the King's rule; he says, " a stranger's heartis raw, its vulnerable so do let your own heart thaw, or live lonely like the brokenego-bird whose lone stone heart's strings weight was more than its two sadwings." Heaven is here...
Nervous glances dance like darts around me. Faces findeach other and then won't look. Avoiding looks so's not to look quite human,when human's got looks likely to find love in. The end.
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