Sometimes
I sometimes forget
That my words
Face foreclosure
When they run at the
Alabaster face of your castle .
And sometimes,
i dream that these words
storm the portcullis
Burn the barricades
bring the walls down
Camelot falls
But the truth Is
most days
These words, this heart, falls short
And drowns in the shallow moat
Outside your door.
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